Mans' Metamorphosis
A caterpillar can spin a cocoon, and wrap itself insideout of sight, both day and night, what a wonderful place to hide.
For days it keeps itself in sleep, then in a matter of hours,
Out comes a beautiful butterfly, ready to smell the flowers.
Man can sleep a third of his life in a blanket on the floor;
When he awakes, goodness sakes--he looks worse off than before!
Every day gets worse not better, and ageing takes its toll
What don't fall out, sag or shift, must surely affect the soul.
If your hair falls out and you get bald, don't worry about the grey
Thats all past and soon forgotten; time to look, for a toupee'
The hairs that once were on the head have started now to roam;
Over the shoulders, and down the back, looking for a home.
On beards and whiskers and the chest, keeps your razor, up to date;
Guess thats why they tell us, we're the offspring of an Ape!
And the mention of the wrinkles, on forehead, cheeks and chin,
If you had to start in counting, where would you begin?
Legs that bow and buckle and the girls give looks and stares;
You couldn't stop a Billy goat, coming down a flight of stairs!
Humped shoulders and a crooked neck, caused, from your divan;
Only time you're forced to move, is, to adjust the fan.
The feet are sad to talk about and glad there's only two,
With corns, bunions calluses, ingrown nails, and a big PU'
Stone bruise and fallin' arches, and ankles, that easily sprain;
It's hard to try to move about, having so dang much pain.
A butterfly really has it made, in the sun or in the shade.
While man just seems to wither away until his dues are paid.
Thoughts are something that still works, even if he can't, start over
Remembering of his first true love, lying in a field of clover.
The fond embraces, touching places, caressing as we chat;
Hey!..Did I just hear, what I just said? Butterflys can't do that!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.