Cocoon

My body is worn out

like my favourite pair of jeans,

filled full of holes

like my life and its dreams.

Is it too late to try

and turn back the clock

or do I have to wait

to face one final shock.

What’s the point in trying

to stop the inevitable

when what’s already happened

is irrevocable.

All I wish for is

it will be over soon

and my body will be left

to lie peacefully in its own cocoon.