[Vulgar]

MMLP's topic:

"My horoscope is death."



MMLP's poem:

"back to the future"

At my age,
i only look forward to every sunday
when the kids fall in my arms
daytime tv tends to bug me
its dull from the start

now the walks in the park
is my social life
i can no longer trust my farts
i reach my goals at night`

now i look forward to get on the bus
before my delayed mood swings
its my privilage, to sit at the front
then back into the same routine

but the weekends, im king of the roast
I made sure my cupboards were packed and full of food
hoping the hinges would hold
for the sunday nights for the family and friends all to use

the dinners would go
at the turn of phrase
it signaled the groans
returning their plates with dessert on the way

now the best part of the day,
stuffed in my chair as the games would ensue
the kids would go and play for while
stomach was full, being unable to move
but i'd come to life with my grandson's smile

the kids and their kids,
would make me observe
moving my mouth muscles
reminiscing their births
had left me humbled

now i know i have to go, im next in the queue
but not before one last look back
its only when death is in front of you
One wants to look back