In Aqueous Humors Poem by Patti Masterman

In aqueous humors and colloidal suspensions,
We age like the flower, with rare substitutions.
Our verbs are all parried, in long past declensions;
Our muscles deranged, with minute lax dilutions.

Our memories befuddled, like dropped cauliflower,
Our bodies they sag, though well-aimed at the ground.
Our once-enigmatic expressions, just dour;
If we try to wear makeup, we look like a clown.

Life's no longer the party, that we can anticipate;
Exhaustion's our best friend, who always arrives.
To be fully honest, all our habits are antiquate
And it takes all our energy just to survive.