The Olympics

A Poem by terriblerosey

Growing old is a b***h.

I envy the young ones for they are the grateful dead
This life is amazing when innocence has bled
A risk can be taken with everything to lose
These years are so golden filled with sex and booze

It’s nice to be married, or single and complete
Leave with a trophy, no dust. It looks so neat
Top of the food chain, before you trip and fall
The silver is shining, but shining and that’s all

Why can’t it be over, you’ve done all you can do
When fingers are held on with paperclips and glue
Alone and confused now, just sitting in your room
You’ve earned a bronze medal, the color of your tomb