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