“Goat”
(Tom Entrican, 08/09/2021)
As morning awakes my body quakes
Attempting to stand upright
Trying hard to make sure that nothing breaks
And avoiding the mirrors fright
An unsteady shower I hear my bones creek
The coffee awakens my mind
Again the mirror makes me shriek
Already I’m an hour behind
No breakfast for me it just slows me down
Already too big for my chair
Only soft food no teeth to be found
But at least I still have my hair
Slowly descending these frightening stairs
And greet my chariot of rust
Young people sprint past me it is so unfair
While all of my joints turn to dust
Safe back at home, stairs I must climb
As I settle my nerves in my crib
I’ll wait till tomorrow to lose my mind
In the morning it starts over again
If this sounds familiar and I hope it don’t
For I have no more room in my boat
Just chalk this rhyme off to the ramblings of
A gray haired smelly old goat