Entropy
The older I get
The weaker and slower
And more tired I get
(with, from, of)
And the less I care
(about, for, to).
When I was younger
I guess I saw this coming,
At least I saw it in old people,
But I never thought it would happen to me.
Now here it is
And I don’t really care.
I suppose it’s a natural process of entropy,
But I’m not sure I want to assign myself
Completely to the confines
Of a thermodynamic system,
Yet it may be just as simple as that.
But then again
The older I get
The easier it gets
To see that I am not
Just this body.
Sure, this body means a lot
And takes a lot of attention
But it is still,
As worn and tired as it may be,
Just my current vehicle.
Sooner or later
I’ll be needing a new one,
But I’m in no rush,
I still care enough
About, for, to this one.
(10/31/24)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2024
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