Thunderstruck by biology today.
It never ceases to amaze, you know,
keeps us going and growing as we
become old. I wriggle my fingers and
toes, having done so some seventy
five years ago.
I hobble and wobble as my metabolic
state deteriorates by the day. And the
gravity of my condition pulls me ever
closer to the grave. One day soon I
shall be discombobulated matter on
the compost pile of time’s ultimate
reality.
Next time around, who knows, me
as a ragweed or a rose? For now the
arthritic calamity I have grown to be
as I sit in my designated biological
reality wiggling my aching fingers
and toes. Had I paid attention in
school years ago, science would
have told me so.
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Chris Hanch 4-6-2022
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