Goat

“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