Appropriate Appointments – Revision
When you are wrinkled with wrack
and worry, and all outside
of the window whips by,
and you realize that you have
arrived, and nodding off
think that you were cheated,
take down your pictures and pack
up your wife, before you sign
for that perfect R.V.
Forget the very strange,
no longer will you divide
your workday with minutes,
hours, and passing plans of play.
You’ve earned this day,
this blossoming, weak-kneed,
feeble, incontinent dream.
Go now and play.
Go now, and do
what you have always wanted,
to do, and if it does not tire you
too much, remember, to tell
the youth that life is lived
each day, a little by little
until you’re grey, and you go blue
in the face for all the wait.
Try not to nod or droop
your sleepy head,
they’ll squawk
about your age and make
the appropriate arrangements.
This is a revision of a poem I have recently written.
© J.P.V.
