Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Getting Old

Woke up from a fitful sleep,
my meds aren’t working
Damn-what time is it
over slept  again

fuck - I hurt
What day is this
my back is killing me
What a mess

Neck is stiff
but it’s the only thing
what ever happened to morning wood
life just ain’t the same

wish I still felt good
Damn I’m getting old
Got to get moving
I still remember when I could

I used to jump out of bed
and hit the world running
I used to feel good and strong and confident
how the hell did I wind up here?

now my feet are numb
and the room is cold
I let the fire go out,
the coals, are dying

And all I can do is sit and stare

and damn the room is cold

and the fireplace is way the fuck over there!




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