Body Scorecard

Living with the body,

One to a person,

Demands acceptance

Of the flesh and blood accompaniment.

Yet…

No matter the size,

The beauty,

The health,

The gender,

The figure eventually reasons

Time to shut down.

Maybe…

It’s had it with the same

Eyebrows over droopy lids,

Sagging flesh sliding floorward,

Irritable bowel and bladder syndrome,

Creaky knees atop fallen arches.

There’s always the inevitable pause.

Should I…

List for a liver transplant,

Give up an ailing kidney

Laser the cataracts

Shave the head of what’s left

Fantasize beyond passion’s past

???

But then…

The body is a form one leaves eventually.

You know it happens,

‘cause you’ve watched others give the final nod,

Others just like you

Scrambling about

Smiling,

Crying,

Grumbling,

Leaning over the fence with jocular bad taste blabber,

Boring you for minutes,

Hours,

Especially even on cloudy days.

Yes…

We all live an existence inside a unique bio-scape

That aliens definitely won’t be

Reverse engineering.

And then…

The day comes,

You remember them all,

The day they are gone-gone

No forwarding address.