No armor covered hide,
in flesh, skin and bone I reside.
Not a superman flying,
just a human being defying,
surviving and trying.

I try to be brave,
it's strength I crave.
I try to be good,
 no time for an evil mood.
I try to understand and love,
not be hateful and shove.

I try quite a lot,
at times it gets hot.
Being mortal has its downs,
still I make my rounds.
Round and round I go,
trying to hang in the flow.

I trip,
almost flip,
get up again and zip.
This old bodies wearing,
skin, bone and flesh is tearing.
My mortality is showing,
still I keep going.
I ignore the boo,
do what I have to do.
Can't give into make up,
until I finally break up.

G