Keep Fighting:
Old age, like cancer and the rest
Of them, is debilitating
Disease, they take an exacting
Psychological toll, not to mention
Physical pain – therapeutic escape is
Gained simply, by acceptance inside
Quiet, peaceful acquiescence. Its
Fierce resistance and telling need to
Overcome any, and all obstacles
Assists personal strength on our
Way to highways beyond comprehension….
…Older we get, more set in ways we’re
Likely to actually become
Much more bolder, and definitely
Solid rock propped against hard stone…
@business end of our journey
Memories remain all that’s left
Twisted, physical reality
Relayed as if we’re stone deaf
Those puff pastry sugar-coated days
Abreast flower patterns pitching hope
Full with surprises, coupled sun rays
Gently wafts mirage kaleidoscope
Where indeed, have our good times gone
Something must sorely be amiss
No one walks and skips, jigging strong
Anymore – John Public bear witness
Drugs suck out any available
Spare cash, advocates need a good meal
Sick vices deemed incorrigible
Dares smack, of devil’s dirty deal
Punters with long faces
Any form of revenue welcome
Very expensive dragon chases
Juggle hot glass penis, with aplomb
So how can good times come back, again
Those dreams have simply passed us by
In this age, enemy is best friend
One’s best asset is blatant lie…
Run an impenetrable shroud
Over your personal affairs
Also, don’t bang your mouth too loud
The most isolated walls have ears
Social priorities will implode
People set rules, very selfish
Bible says, ‘… tongue will become sword….
Wickedness confirmed standing dish.’
There’s slight chance to go back basic
Practice love and respect for neighbour
Foster behaviour so intrinsic
We dance, and lick lips with flavour….
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