At the age of decline my heart is largest.
If a cardiologist could measure it
He’d have to open all the windows and doors.
At the age of decline my mind is most pliant.
If neurologists could know it
They’d slip into a plant-like state.
At the age of decline my dead parts are waking.
It’s a mystery to me.
There will be more of me where I’m going
Than where I’ve been.