If I can’t swallow your frigid heart
then let me kiss the traces of your
loneliness with my ugly mouth

And on a sleepless night
when your soul needs a cure,
I will be there with lavender tea

Would my grave be
deeper than my wounds?

Would the warmth of the morning sun
still reach my rotten body?

Would Icarus, my bird, fly to the sun looking for me
Is my selfish death going to cost him his wings, too?

Would the worms weep when
they ******* tormented flesh?

Hug a tree
Yes that is me
Talk to the plants
Tell them your rants
Don’t **** the ants
No don’t want them in my pants
Skinny dip, Is still quite hip
Walk in the garden naked under the light of the moon
Love to try it and quite soon!

Why do I get so tired?
It’s not that my brain isn’t wired !
It’s working well so I can tell!
It’s the body, it cant understand I’m not twenty one any more!
I always say at thirty you’re in your prime,
Enjoy your life and you’ll be fine!
Forty they say life begins, I remember for my sins, fast car, surfing the waves, having fun enjoying my days!
At Fifty the aches and pains set in, slowing down and enjoying a gin!
Now I’m in my sixties oh dear, my worst fear, now comes the ails and pales, aches and pains, breaks and bruises, blisters from my shoesies, stiffness and fatigue!
Looking forward to back to back cruises,
I’m not going in a care-home, oh no!
I don’t think I’ll make the eighties though!
Looking forward to retire, slowing down,
and doing just what I want to do or not do!