The old one two sucker punch
old age and myself
have found ourselves
at a bend in the road
that will eventually
find dusk falling
upon both of us
and we will fade away
into darkness or light
just like the best of us…
only I will no longer fight back
just take my licks
like any prize fighter
who has thrown their last punch
before the announcer calls out…
3, 2, 1…she’s down for the count
old age, the champion…
fight’s over, she’s toast,
she is finally done and out!
but in the wee hours of the morning
the sun will still shine
rising up her groggy head
and still come out…
—©g.a.meeder, 2014®