I have embraced this luxury
of ageing – auld men find it
easy – no dyes in my hair or
moans ‘bout loose skin or a
fascination with reflections –
Stiffness in Leonard’s places
aren’t high on my list – ‘bove
my eyes my brows flit wildly
[only thoughts’ll be screwed
into tight lines] – Instead I’ll
brood ‘bout my neurological
downfall – instead – a count –
an expected degeneration &
crumbling of general stuff [a
loss of voice – swallowing – a
bent back & fewer pleasures
served over my time] – I will
hug it whilst I’m still upright