Buddy Bee Anthony - The View At 62

I run my bath water tepid
I'm older but fairly intrepid
Since I've turned 62
what on earth can I do
but to laugh at it all
Do I entertain you?

Though not old enough for a rest home
It's been whispered I resemble a garden gnome
My spirit bleeds silly
My veneer is blanched pilly
I'm growing old what a drag
when I date I go stag
Young women and old must think I have mold
I barely get noticed
so what's the red flag

I've even thought about renting a rut stag
But men too would use me
they'd hurt and abuse me
then toss me away
like some toothless old nag.

Once again I've been reviewing the Tao
It instructs me to dwell in the here and the now
But, now my skin isn't pink
I smell like a skunk
what a stink
Like the cancer it has travelled to my toilet and sink

A stealthy stench of which
it's a bitch
you don't need a de-coder
to uncover the odor
I'm slowly decaying
I'm dying
I think!

Buddy Bee Anthony

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