Shit!
Another year – a terse reminder.
Shit!
Another tear; I need a blinder –
Blur the brain of time
And unrelenting age.
O! to be a hero: honed, a sage of life;
Not an ever-ancient me,
Ticking over on a mug of pills,
Holidaying at the ward
(Drowning in a sea of stagnant piss) .
So rest assured, unless I’m cured of
Groaning limbs, a crumbling back and
Fading mind,
Whims of being young again are crass,
And show me blind.
So sod off! and leave me here alone
To face another birthday.
Shit!
Shit!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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