Older Poem by Frank Avon

some sensible nonsense


I just cannot help it:
I'm feeling quite decrepit.

I wish I were wiser
I wish I were stronger

I wish I were warmer
I wish I felt hunger

the way I used to do
from my hat down to my shoe,

I wish I were less dizzy
but I'm glad I'm not drunker.

If I were somewhat bolder
I could face getting older

with a little bit more humor
just a little bit less gloomier

so just a few more rhymes
just a few more times

just a few more lines
till I get to climb higher,

so for another day
I have a lot of hope

and you won't see me play
with a noose in my rope

I think I'm gonna stay
for I think I can cope.

Maybe I should be skinnier
maybe I should be slyer,

maybe I could fly skyward,
anyway I can be a winner,

so sit closer, my dear,
and be of good cheer

and give me your hand,
strike up the band

let 'em play Sousa,
the Beatles, or Caruso,

we may not live forever
but no way could we live better