Curtain Call

I'm a heart attack waiting to happen

A blood clot away from fading out fast

I'm worn out and ready for the bone yard

My face a poster for things that don't last

I'm an embolus ready for action

On high angina pectoris alert

I'm so bloated and stiff and arthritic

Like rigid road kill in postmortem dirt

I'm an LAD artery pending

A widow maker made for leave-taking

I'm done for in mind, body, and spirit

My final curtain call in the making