I look out on the street below
On muted duns and greys
Splashed here and there with soft lamp glow
Or spearing car lights in the street
On hurried feet and wetted coat
On orbs of bobbing hues
Bright umbrellas dodging puddles
Vancouver in the rain!
I’ve got the signs of aging
The spots are coming out
My toes are numb and cold
And eyes of course are fading
The bones all have an ache
The joints are stiff or creak
The stomach gets excited
And can’t take food of late
My bathroom stops are many
Life doesn’t seem much fun
But loads and loads of time have I
To sit and count each one!
