I’m a little bit seized up
there’s some rust upon my steel cup;
where I used to flip
now I just flup
turning into a lame fool,
and looking forwards to thin gruel
that I will soon sup.
.
I’m not as flexible
as I used to be,
I seem to ache almost permanently
I need two new hips
and a pair of knees,
I can’t do Twister…
any more,
can’t do as I please.
.
I need to oil every joint, daily,
I can’t gambol as a lamb, gaily,
I feel that my body will fail me,
completely;
but not discretely.
.
I’m not as flexible
as I used to be,
I have more of a statue-like quality
than the litheness of a snake,
and an hour it will take
for me
to travel the distance
I used to do in minutes three.
.
And it’s gonna get worse,
before my trip in a hearse.