NaPM April 28 2014

[fim]

My nipples now point to the ground,
my belly’s too big and too round-
middle age spread!
Grey hairs on my head
and on other places abound.

My skin is saggy, my behind’s
closer to the ground now, I find.
Have to wear glasses,
no-one makes passes
at me, unless they’re half blind.

The wrinkles they fracture my face,
my legs with big veins they are laced,
old age is unkind!
I’m losing my mind
with the other things that I’ve misplaced.

Ah, I was wondering about that ... what enabled you to write such beautiful poetry Mopkins. I now see, it was time.
Very nice poem!

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Perspective
fim 4/30/14

In four billion years our star, the Sun
will expand immensely before it implodes.
Our planet by then will be a barren cinder
unlike anything we inhabitants have known,

then in only half a billion more years
our Milky Way will combine
with the nearby Andromeda galaxy
in a collision to be certainly sublime!

Our universe will continue its expansion
beyond the progress of 18+ billion years.
And scientists now theorize with data-based confidence
that universes have astronomical peers.

So, … wrinkles on my face make me chuckle
so trivial and transient a state
in a body composed of elements
of star-dust that congregates

to create life that exists comparatively
for but an infinitesimal moment in time
before rejoining the interstellar medium
we view in a clear night’s sky.

Perspective, the intrepid disabler
of regret and anxious petition,
facilitator of the understanding that begets contentment
as we experience the human condition.