John Richard Anderson
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.
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