it never
occured fo me
after years
and years of
hard drinking
my knees would
ache before my
liver failed

there was little
planning ahead
when each of us
feels predestined
to die by twenty five
old age is a myth
an ailment for
other people to
suffer down the road

the red in my beard
gave way to white
my eyesight weakened
and the face i see
reflected on my screen
seems like a parody
of who i thought i’d be

but here we are
a potential has been
still circling the
never was drain
scribbling rants
about sleeping wrong
when all i ever wanted
was an urn to call my own