That's Life Poem by Tex T Sarnie

As I sit alone upon this ancient, cold, tombstone,
watching the clouds go slowly pass the moon.
A shiver travelled up and down my worthless spine.
Oh, how I wish my life would be over soon.

For far too many years I have suffered with despondency.
It appears the true meaning of life is just not what it used to be.
The energising, exhilarating lust for life that I used to thrive upon
has alas fallen into a darkened pit of relentless monotony.

My once so splendid patent leather shoes are peeling and lustreless,
and my luxurious, warm, handwoven socks, now let in the cold air.
With deeper regret my wardrobe is now motheaten, and full of holes,
and the passing of time has changed my once jet black, wavy, hair.

However, I came to terms with my demise a very long time ago
and despite my decline I do not consider life to be cruel.
I was what I was for many, many, enjoyable, human, lifetimes,
Even though I had to adhere to a strict code of practice and rules.

The truth of the matter is, I am slowly but surely starving to death,
because I no longer have the required teeth or fangs to bite.
So, with deep regret, if I can no longer draw blood into my body,
I will face my demise by watching the clouds pass the moon at night.