this old man

you’re going to fall over soon       old man      be careful
     and watch that your buttons are done up correct
the bird calls   -    do they sound any different these days      same kinds?
    new kinds?        did they have birds like that when you were young?
  the bird calls for his mates    special special melody
time to get over the hill      and can you feel it coming       old-timer?
are you cheating on life a little longer?        would the
food taste better     if you were more of a man?
     maybe eat a little less
but taste a little more?      
when the cat purrs it’s keeping you smiling just by coincidence
   but there’s nothing warmer than that old man        can you feel your time slipping out of your memory like a poor-quality photograph
the shoelace of your selfishness       untethered to the floor

waiting for you to join
again             
and terminally

are you counting the days?
just please don’t count backwards because
eventually you’ll come down to one


john
May, 2003
Yangmingshan, Taipei



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