Checkers In October
You cheat like an old man playing
checkers
every time I turn my head
this way or that
I swear I’m missing another part of me
and you’re still winning
My bones are still brittle and
you’re moving ahead
I’ve got one of those Medicare walkers
with tennis balls that keep
catching on branches, and leaves
and you’re buzzing on by
missing the beauty
that we call Fall
Copyright 2012 The Danger Monkey and the real person behind that name