Me, myself
Published on May 31 2015
When I was in my 20s, I didn’t ever really think that my body would fail. Now I’m in my 59s, I have to face a different reality – I, like everyone else, am slowly falling apart. There are plenty of things I can do to reduce the rate of decline, but I can’t stop it. As far as evolution is concerned, I’m not perfect at all. I’m just about good enough. And I’m mortal.
Me myself does not know where
Where can I do what I have learnt to undo.
This life is but an undoing of me.
Myself does not understand
I can't forever stand
No need to tell the sand
The wind will blow it away.
A bomb won't do better;
I am then I was.
Life is but a slipping ground
I can't stop me
Me doing my fate
Is to do a to live?