A New Thing A frail old thing I have a new thing Feet failing unavailingly Greet me with a singular tingling From having to put up with me Down there for too long upstandingly Having to be put up to bring Them back up to functionality Or else tingling demandingly Rebelling against me by swelling Seeing me being sixty-three Has been a surprising thing to see Realizing mortality When the time of my life is telling Another memento mori Insisting on twisting my story Not the right time to give up yet But write it down and live up to it As I live up to sixty-four I treat my feet understandingly Not writing this at my table Too uprightly I might be able To keep this thing from happening On my bed instead recumbently Should they put up with me some more I would put my feet up faithfully Every day for the duration For what they put up with from me for However long to be may be Befriending my feet toward the ending Meeting them halfway we agree At both ends toward our destination Stepwise ending up transcending To do something new through a new thing Like nothing I knew of before Steven Curtis Lance