I’ve got other plans for tomorrow (4/9) so, in addition to posting this for today’s d’Verse Poets challenge, I’m also tagging it for tomorrow’s NaPoWriMo Daily (#9) Poem.
More Than Before
I’ve still got all my body parts.
I’ve lost a few teeth along the way,
added and dropped some weight
(though I suppose I’ll never get back
to my babyweight until I’m finally ash)
and I’m taller than I was at birth
even though I’m starting to shrink
(if slouching counts as shrinkage).
But I’ve still got all the essentials.
Just to be sure, every morning, early,
before I dare to get out of bed
I rub my eyeballs and lick my lips,
check under the covers and count:
two arms, two legs, all twenty digits.
I listen to be sure I’m breathing and
I check to be sure there’s a pulse.
Every morning, the same old body.
But I’ve got more than what I started with:
I‘ve got way more wrinkles than ever
(do wrinkles count as body parts?)
And If I reckon up the aches and pains
and itches, the unfulfilled desires,
the memory-blocking tinnitus,
and the almost overwhelming desire
to get back to where I started…
I guess I’m ahead of the game.