She’s going to:
Try to float
Along the river of life
Rather than:
Resist every twist
Avoid every turn
And try to stem the flow
He’s fighting so hard
Against the onslaught of time
It is his daily obsession
With Botox and wheatgrass
The gym
Which he hates with a passion
Trying to buy time on credit
She wonders why
When he rarely enjoys
The time he’s actually been given
Yesterday
Onslaught
5 types of vertigo
Came my way
Sat on a bench
A break in a walk
My bum started sliding
Body rocking
Back and forth
Vision was dodgy
My feet going thro’ the ground
When my eyes closed tight
I could’ve passed out
Yet I really wasn’t moving at all
I am rarely fine
But 5 at a time
What was that all about?