Gravity had its way, every day
For almost 60 years;
My face has begun to slide off my skull
And the equator is reaching for my knees.
Me against the elements
With my drip pans at work
My patrol around the perimeter.
It rained today but I held it off inside
And though it fogged the windows in front
And runs down one in the back
My only moisture I have generated
Scurrying around being a poet.
Ronnie M Lane
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