He knew he was getting older than he thought
When he saw he had wrinkles on his arms
And his biceps and sagging triceps withering away .
What the hell he muttered to himself
I’m turning into a wizened, wrinkled old corpse
Like an archaeologist dug up from some tomb.
Do I even still have a semblance of a pulse?
Is my ticker still ticking? Am I drawing a breath?
All systems are still go but for how long?
After he realized he still had a little life in him
He wondered if he could get a movie part as
A walking dead since he was almost the real deal
Or maybe a part as an extra playing a stiff in a mortuary
After he adjusted to his life wrinkling and waning away,
He said screw it, got soused, and went tipsily on his way.
Bob Boyd