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.
