04-29-2014, 06:14 PM
Age is always a relative thing,
it retreats as we resolutely advance.
Mile stone markers that loomed large
on the far horizon are simply
snapped and left behind,
in albums behind the bedroom door.
Afflicted with a big shoe size,
I refused to attain this age.
Instead I decided to trust in my bust;
at thirteen size thirty four
was a distant goal to aim for,
but it appeared just two years
later, all pert and alert.
Before I knew it I was doubled up
to forty, complete with Cherry cakes
orientated to the setting sun.
It used to be fun to star gaze;
to let the mist drip between
the volcanic tips of the Gemini twins
and river through Orion’s belt,
but it got cold when the Northern constellations
entered harvest festival season.
I recently saw a mini me,
a shoe stealing clone; a thirty six B.
Science will soon enough facilitate
longevity of the human race.
One hundred and fifty three
sounds scarily vast - with carbon fibre inserts,
I could meet myself coming back
like some sort of mobius strip.
so I’ve decided not to be fifty;
I’ll revert to thirty eight C,
and with the help of some scaffold
in stainless steel, I won't need
to go south for winter.
it retreats as we resolutely advance.
Mile stone markers that loomed large
on the far horizon are simply
snapped and left behind,
in albums behind the bedroom door.
Afflicted with a big shoe size,
I refused to attain this age.
Instead I decided to trust in my bust;
at thirteen size thirty four
was a distant goal to aim for,
but it appeared just two years
later, all pert and alert.
Before I knew it I was doubled up
to forty, complete with Cherry cakes
orientated to the setting sun.
It used to be fun to star gaze;
to let the mist drip between
the volcanic tips of the Gemini twins
and river through Orion’s belt,
but it got cold when the Northern constellations
entered harvest festival season.
I recently saw a mini me,
a shoe stealing clone; a thirty six B.
Science will soon enough facilitate
longevity of the human race.
One hundred and fifty three
sounds scarily vast - with carbon fibre inserts,
I could meet myself coming back
like some sort of mobius strip.
so I’ve decided not to be fifty;
I’ll revert to thirty eight C,
and with the help of some scaffold
in stainless steel, I won't need
to go south for winter.