Tag: wearing down

Fishing Village

The salt air will never erode away
That this town continues to operate.
Both of us are always going to stay;
We will figure how to co-habitate.
It will eat at the corrugated steel
That gives us shelter from wild weather,
But we know that the rusted roofs will heal
When they are replaced to overexposure.
The warped wood is part of our city’s charm
That only the outside will notice.
When they say something they do not mean harm;
The longer you live here, the more you miss.
I enjoy life in this fishing village
At the edge of the continental stage.

Fifty

As my brittle bones start to creak and moan,
And my joints pop with every movement,
I stare at the next morning with a groan,
And wonder where this half century went.
I have gained plenty more bathroom visits,
And they seem to take a little longer
Because not ev’rything wants to exit
Though my resolve to do so grows stronger.
The skin around my eyes begins to sag
Because I have to squint to see these words.
To recall my sharp wit takes a long lag
Where the replay comes so late, it’s absurd.
Nobody told me it would be nifty,
The day after I have become fifty.