Here’s another poem that I started years ago and finally finished. I’m not sure where it was originally headed, but in the end it has a twist.

Get Up And Go

My get up and go
Has got up and went.
All that I saved up,
Has quickly been spent.

The “Tiger in my Tank,”
Is little but a kitty.
I should be going strong,
Instead I’m feeling pity.

There’s no giddy-up,
In my step.
And my stride,
Lacks any pep.

My drive,
Has been driven.
I’m deflated,
That’s a given.

Tired and pale,
Is my complexion.
When I stare,
At my reflection.

I’m slow and sluggish,
As if I’ve been drugged.
There’s no spark,
Like I’ve been unplugged.

Give me strength,
To carry on.
All my instincts,
Are Dead and gone.

I will need,
Some inspiration.
So I’m leaving,
On a tropical vacation.

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