When Death Come Calling Poem by Tony Adah

When age beats me down
From the toils of the years
And arthritis has made a
Meal of my joints
In my gritty knees
I will borrow my grandma's
Posthumous walking stick
Trot in the vicinity with my third leg
Watch the Children play remiminiscent
Of my youthful days
In some envious ways.

When the muscles that hold
My eyeballs begin to sag
And I can no longer see
I will jump up, catch a twirping bird
High up in the sky
Take its Wings and eyes
And fly away to no man's land