Are My Last Legs In Sight - Question Mark

Are my Last Legs in Sight? Are my ‘Last Legs’ in Sight? My time’s ‘last legs?’ Are knees (or some cylinders knocking)? I’ve petal to metal (feel stuck in low gears). Left side’s window won’t open; oil under hood freshens cab air (is it dripping, perhaps, on exhaust?) Of late, dipstick’s plumb rusty (indecent exposure to liquids that pampering doesn’t restrain). And my faith in what’s up too counts less than what’s grounded where tread on ground flagellates brain’s flag in sky. I love days where I spend time on porch now just rocking, greet neighbors who come by, friends gained with the years, and I’ve more time for feelings; poetic expressions arriving get tenure, and fewer are lost. Some voice praise for my verse, some eyes glaze (full disclosure). First group wins blue ribbons as friends of left brain. I sure hope that this poem’s read’s fun (none feel pounded) for no one enjoys life’s true friends more than I! Brian Johnston 7th of April in 2022