by cricketjeff on December 28, 2011. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Which seems to be a silly thing to do.
My memories demand a larger folder
And parts of me are not exactly new.
My left knee aches if I do too much sitting,
My right knee clicks if I run up the stairs.
The march of time is cruelly unremitting
And marked by streaks of wiry, greying hairs.
The physicists say entropy increases;
A broken cup can’t mend itself by chance.
The universe demands my forehead creases
And eating lunch can put me in a trance.
But getting old still seems a heartless lie
I don’t believe in Anno Domini!