Dogs are barking!
Tongues are wagging
hair is thinning
eyes blue, turned grey are fading.
Legs are weakening
arms in clothes there also shrinking.
Skin is wrinkling,
stature and physique—are shrivelling.
Sex appeal—diminishing.
Friends some are dead others dying.
Lovers—fighting
new-borns, crying.
Bald and smiling,
eyes conjunctive, opening:
legs sprawling, crawling.
Cradle cap how it looks appalling.
Dogs are a barking-a-barking!
Gramps is snoring
nanas always humming, lullabying.
It's just another day, good morning.
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