Decrepit Like Everybody Else
I ought to get my rear in gear; encroaching entropy
Challenges my mere existence, yes, the being-ness of me—
Why, I’ll be disappearing soon, with chaos on the rise—
Order is losing ground to it, and much to my surprise,
Growth falls to dissolution at a speed I comprehend
And now I am unraveling, unwinding, getting old
And obsolete, for that’s the end of every tale that’s told.
Goodbye to all you younger things: relish your hour of youth—
You’ll all join me, and soon enough, and that’s the simple truth.