An Old Man's Musings Poem by Bryan Taplits

A little bit of blarney
Is what I now yearn for
To while away my days at ease-
And make my nights secure.
I wonder as I sit at this spot-
This Spring and springy day-
With sunspots in my eyes
Where sandbox-children play.
I linger on my bench here
No worries or regrets
Just old age on my shoulders
With joints I can't forget.
I see a little wiggling
That comes out on the grass
A worm or something icky
Stops then squiggles cavalierly
and bravely by me pass.
The imp in me regrets it
But I cannot let this go
So I half stand up-
carefully take aim-
And mash her with my toe.
She wiggles as I wonder-
while my breath it comes in starts-
No longer am I as elderly-
I feel the pulsing of my heart.
I'm sorry that I killed this worm
That no longer inches away
A sorrowed thought I have right now
At something that I just slayed.
'We all are made to die'
I ponder and I reflect-
And on guilt and lives distinctive.
So-although I am not a Christian-
Before leaving I genuflect.