You’ll get older if you’re lucky

how it trips off the tongue
when the light flows back and
the colours start to run
and who we are began with the
starting gun
and we run once again.

Then we age
the bladder leaks
the pages turn yellow
but nobody likes to hear
such things,

well fuk ’em
life sings a song and
we’ll all go along with it
until we shit ourselves.

it hasn’t happened to me

© 2018, John Smallshaw.