Why I Hate Surprises Poem by Bryan Taplits

Once I was young and now not
A dancing prancing reveille to youth,
Renowned, oh yes. Esteemed, I guess.
Known far and wide for his couth.
But then I aged-and I thought "well"-
Though my currents now didn't ripple as high,
My wit was still good, but my muscles all stood
Less like a stallion's…, and more like a sigh.
Thus, I trod forward-never to diverge-
And, as ever, I always hurried ahead,
When I saw this grandmother I had a crush on in my youth
Now I feel tattered
… and much more near dead.