By the Time You Get Your Shit Together
You finally figured it out
You are happy with who you are
You want to dance; you want to shout
But it gives your body quite a jar
Slave to fashion, that is not you!
Fashionistas stop and stare
To them it is clear you don’t have a clue
You are out of step but you don’t care
You days of dancing all night are gone
Your joint are stiff; your muscle sore
It’s past 10pm you stifle a yawn
To keep your eyes open is such a chore
You and your friends still talk for hours
Laughing and sharing stories
Of seeing your morning face your cat would cower
And of your frequent trips to the lavatory
Of yourself you never felt better
But it is true; you know it in your heart.
By the time you get your shit together
Your body falls apart
~RLHB
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Rain is singing in the night
Drifting off to sleep
Lulled - a late spring lullaby
~RLHB |