Poor Old Me

Is that a wrinkled skin I see?

Is that reflection really me?

What happened to my perfect teeth?

What’s that? Oh no crows feet!

I can barely make it up my stairs

(Pardon me, don’t mind my tears)

I used to be so young and spry

Now my bones are old and dried

And I know what’s coming next

One day I’ll say goodbye to sex.

My poor penis would take a dive

No libido no sex drive.

Oh well let the truth be told

I am indeed just getting old.

 

The writer. April 18th 2014

 

 

 

 

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Homeless

Brain fried

on drugs

eyes cried

need hugs

tormented

alone

demented

no home

more pain

at night

bloodstained

lost fight

rejected

and scorned

neglected

when born

hopeless

in womb

a fate

of doom.

Written by: The Author