My body, sadly enough, is not what it used to be.
I can feel more and more the every snap, crackle and pop when I wake.
Fingertips know the drill , but they too pay no allegiance to any corporeal host.
I can feel the eyelids getting heavy.
I can feel my lower back giving me the finger.
It’s a challenge to stay awake,
To keep on writing meaningful words that spread hope.
Because I tell you what, I feel like the only spreading going on is myself lately and even that’s thinner than the ideal weight my doctor keeps bugging me about.