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….