Time, The Universe, and Me
As I enter my 73rd year,
it seems The universe tries me more.
Gravity has taken over.
Everything I drop lands on the floor.
Gravity knows I cannot pick it up,
and so it ridicules me
by grabbing everything my hands let slip
so everyone can see.
Often doors boast "Handicapped Accessible"
But they shut before I can get my jazzy through.
There is no easy way to open them.
Handicapped buttons are far too few.
I have always known there is a black hole in my house.
It has eaten the mate to many a shoe.
But it has grown immensely
since my memory is slightly askew.
Has time changed it's axis?
Everything takes me twice as long.
I think the clocks are moving faster
than they did when I was young.