You remember those days when your body didn’t ache
Or you could eat two pizzas and not gain a pound
Until that dreaded middle age kicked in
That flipped your whole world, but you didn’t notice till it was too late
Here we are now, but there is a silver lining. Okay, maybe not.
Couldn’t start her morning without the stuff
Everyday was a bowl or two of sugary goodness
Really it was also a bowl for lunch, and maybe one for a late night snack
Eventually she realized she was an addict
And tried to quit cold turkey, but that didn’t end well
Locked up after freebasing all the Captain Crunch at Walmart
Ned thought he had been doing better as of late with trying different experiences
Extra things that his old self would have never even thought of trying
Watching the ground accelerate towards him made him reconsider that decision
So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices
High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers
Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs
Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left.
She wasn’t going to be late to the party. Men!
Hoping they wouldn’t find you as you snuck into the graveyard.
It might be foolish to go there during a zombie apocalypse, but…
Days had gone by since it had started. This might be the safest place.
Except you didn’t expect there would be late risers!
Looking at the time I cringe
At best I will get six hours of sleep
That will probably be closer to five
Even though that will suck, I figured out how to turn on the light!
Furiously pedaling her bicycle she went all out
Amanda made it across town in record time, but she was still late
So she got there just as his bus pulled away so all she could do was wave goodbye
The next nine weeks were going to be so slow
Looking at the clock
All time seemed to stop
Though adrenaline dumped into his system
Even Superman couldn’t get there on time now
Looking to try to change the past
And not living in the now
That is a recipe for disaster
Even if it would cleanse the bitter taste from your mouth
Didn’t you know it? This was going to go down to the wire
Every word was being counted, but the paper still wasn’t long enough
And he still had to organize his bibliography
Disheveled notes cluttered the floor beneath his desk
Littered with disparate ideas he was trying to weave into a coherent narrative
It almost made him cry when he thought of it.
Not getting it done would make him cry even more, though, so he kept typing
Eventually, he submitted it and began to pray. It was late, but maybe Doc wouldn’t notice