To see the mess that is made

Yet no view of clean up

In anyone’s sight but me…

My body is no longer

In the marathon of

Cleaning that used to drive

Me from morning til night

And after work

Well past midnight…

Those days are gone

No more to return

As the brain is weary

The muscles and bones

Degenerating with age

My future is dim

And going back

There’s no turn around lane

Forging forward

Is the only path

As the sun sinks

And my body

Begins to stink

With age….