Just add more salad Never made a meal much more exciting But those are the doctor's orders Are you fifty too? Or does it just feel that way; I think another vegetable might help Cucumber is mostly water as well Don't tell me what to do, you'll say too For you're giving the orders now It's power you didn't want and then needed But your life is so far below the surface And so heavy that your face is sagging Yet the way to continue Might be to continue Walking a little down the lane lined with trees Is that heaven? You bet your life it's not Sins won't won't make a winner out of you But they will give you that drug you thought you lost Bitter freedom and lonely independence Opiated by time and screen imaginings Oh, yes, those were other people's dreams That scattered your mind from creative days But, and you say it again, but, Your life could have been yours If you had left off obsessing about death And thought in terms of minutes Rather than decades Perhaps a few more hours of sleep Per night Per day, per dusk Your dreams would have flourished In their proper place And your wakeful time Might have become That the beginning Begged from the middle Before it felt like the end