Bound to maturities wrinkly end
Bed-socks, plaid beckons, forged teeth
And, down-spiralling wend
I reckon creation is flexing its might
The reverse holds less fear
Though, a pendulous plight
Aged into being emerging from shroud
With wisdom, aging issuse
Of whom I am proud
From ninety to seventy receding at speed
A zip in my footfall with still time to read
As seventy vanishes to memories call
I retreat to my fifties
Gaining two inches tall
The forties are summoning
Thicker hair smoother skin
The midriff has shrunk
Fake teeth in the bin
Thirty and my issue are now devils spawn
My purse ever empty, my scales ever warm
Juggling divisions of all that I am
Self stealing vision, as the waters of duty
Start building a dam
Twenty and missing my children
As now unborn
My spouse leaves a place
That my parents adorn
Tussling tenet for all that I'm worth
A collection of pop
A bent for bad make up
A passion for mirth
Back to adolescence spots
Raw decisions and school
This is the crux
Furry pencil case or senilities drool?
Back to foot stomping, mums in a mood
My manners polite but my devilment rude
Fishfingers for dinner
Evasion of veggies for tea
Parental ablutions clawing at me
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The dots are a comfort if you follow my gist
At least, living life backwards
There's an unaware
End to the list
lex ?03
