Reverse

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