In Twenty Years Poem by John Richard Anderson

In twenty years, I'll be stark elderly
So far gone, with body shot, mind scratchy
Life reduced to endless replays, rewinds,
Stories everyone's heard a millions times.

I hope my ticker still tocks, my breath sucks
I can still get around, perhaps chase ducks
I can still enjoy a meal, a few drinks
A laugh and chat with friends and kindred links.

More likely I be debris on sea bed,
Sunk as sediment from dust ashes spread
According to my will's wish when I die,
Returned to Mater la Mer's side to lie.

For Pisces born and wet wet wet I be,
A true lover of water and the sea.