Morphine Drip

Old age is so sickly sweet and sour

The body going to pot bit by bit

The days of youth long gone to the past

The morphine drip ready with the last hit

Growing older is so tragicomic

The mind singing measures of auld lang syne

The windfall of wisdom comes with graying

The morphine drip aging like fine red wine

In the metered darkness of my nothingness

Where I sure am now yet have never been

I dream about all those glorious young years

Remembering forgetting, morphine drips again