Sunday, 14 October 2018

Cardboard cut-out

I am a cardboard cut-out man
A strange being no place to turn
Put on a shelf for all to scan
Won't last long, then in fire will burn

That's the trouble with getting old
Looking bad, feeling sad, that's all
Blown wherever by winter's cold
Time patterns now forecasts death's thrall

One by one bits and pieces fail
Tubes, bones, even nerves moan and groan
As ears listen for coffin's nail
End I hope is not all alone

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