End of Days

A friend reminded me today that the end is near, so I thought I'd better write this poem while I still have time:

The ends of days is almost here
I heard it from a Mayan
Their calendar makes it quite clear
That soon we’ll all be dyin’

Long ago they carved it down
In stone with ancient tools
That December 21st this year
Is Mayan April Fools!

When it comes to someone with enough patience to pull off a good practical joke, ya can’t beat a Mayan!
  

Library of the Mind

So many dusty memories

Rest on such high shelves

That my stooping brain

Can no longer reach them.

And there are low ones too.

I just can’t seem to bend down

Far enough to grasp them

As easily as I once could.

But some volumes remain
With dog-eared pages

Right here in the middle

That I can still reach with ease.

And so I will tell you

The same old stories

Over and over again

Until my library closes.