My Demise

Demise face


It is quite conventional

And not at all contentional

To rage against the age when we decay.

For the progress of the regress

Generates the anger to express

Our grief and our powerful dismay.


One by one all the incisors

Succumb to the advisors

That excision is the desired way.

Then the molars follow suit

For a lot of dental loot

To finish us as toothless as a jay.


We are soon bereft of hair,

Fallen out, I can’t say where

To give our tops the surface of a ball.

We retain our brows and lashes

While our shaving still leaves gashes

So our hairlessness is not complete at all.


Our muscles get much weaker

And our macho very meeker

While our memories are never very sound.

We totter and we twitter

‘Til we need a senior sitter

And finally we tumble to the ground.


Let us hope the end is calm

Not a quirk, not a qualm

When we slip into our final dreamless sleep.

Let’s be blessed with no recall,

No memory at all

And no problems with counting endless sheep.





One thought on “My Demise

  1. I love this one, Jan- especially for the last stanza. It provides us with peace of mind. Thank you. I’ll try to remember this, and if there will be a tomb stone, I might ask for your words to be applied.


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