At my Age the morning Brings,
Ecstasy at Potty Rings.
Lift the Lid as I’ve been Taught,
is a Battle never Fought.
As I Ponder half way Through,
was There anything I knew,
to Make me Stop exactly Then,
and Somewhat later start Again?
Broken Dam – Fire Hose,
bad Examples I Suppose.
Burglars, Storms, or Heart Attack,
Herd of Mice or Kodiak,
Fight or Flight or Finish Up,
my Decision is a Yup,
Keep it Going ‘til the End,
Epitaph I’ve put to Pen,
“What a Guy – He stood and Went,
Hopefully now Heaven Sent.”