To Age


My childhood is finished
My childhood's departed
I stay on my butt 
at forty years since
I have blocked innocence  
of this maturity
Here I am going grey 
Here I am so paunchy
I cough and I'm babbly
Before before before 
Ah I was a young man
I was happy! as an
Iguana in the sun
looking down at my thumb
tanning close by the sea
and my Abencerrage 
erected his marquee
The years counted but wee
the days were long 
and every night a song
The sky so blue would be
each moon would be so round
the snow was so tepid
the blondes were so blonde 
I wore a necktie
of quality raw silk
such ruddy and strong thighs
from feet to eye great ilk 
yes yes but at present 
It's so so different
I've I've finished the race
I'm right over the hill 
dies irae dies ira 
sic ibo ad astra 
but like this prankster
fell from elevator
speaking to spectators
on each different stage
looking on so enrapt
"Until now my faith kept
that it's not at all too foul
I firmly do hope
that this will as coda
change not one iota
thus despite the eras
the line and urinal
the paunch and the
emphysema
the cough and a morale
that's a bit nostalgic
philosophic bent
I get older and attempt
to enjoy my repose
without fire nor carbon
without lard nor lardon
no eggs no cinema
no wizzkey no soda
no oil no taksi
no tea nor chocolate
I write a few poems
which are worth I'm hopeful
those I put together 
when twenty I was
I copied them besides
in the same fashion
q-u-e-n-e-a-
u-r-y-ily