Not Very Good (a poem)

A wave of dread washes over me
Every day, when I awaken
Thoughts of swimming out to sea
A dark path has been taken
Aching arms and knocking knees
Stiff in every joint
Do with me just what you please
I just can't see a point
But every day it starts anew
A brighter Sun arrives
So I will reach out for my shoe
and put away my knives

RC 10-2-26