Demise

Always here

Our ultimate demise,

Although medical science

Seeks more tries,

To prolong our natural life

And I can’t argue with that,

I’m just beyond sixty

And I want 30 more, in nothing flat.

I feel pretty good for my age

My weight is Ok, just a little more than I intend,

More exercise is needed

It’s not something I can pretend,

To make it dematerialize instantly

After all, work is required and such,

My pretty baby is in favor of it

But she’s not willing to hand me a crutch.

Demise, my bad habits

Although, I’m not so sure what they are,

I have a pretty good diet

Forty years, an anti-meat Czar,

That’s gotta have some value

In the , “It’s good for ya”, category,

I like raw vegetables

Not so much cooked, that’s the story.

I don’t smoke anything

Nor snort, mainline or whoof,

I don’t eat fish or fowl

Or anything on hoof,

Fermented grapes and hops

Oh, surely I do,

Probably just about as much

As the rest of all of you.

So, if Scientists find ways to prolong

The quality of life, in its length,

I’d like to sign up for that

While I work on my strength.

Fibril_late;

9/15/14