Look I am rusty
I am tarnished
I am bent all out of shape
get this
I am scarred, knees skinned,
and fingers calloused
didn’t you know you
can’t teach an old folk singer
new licks
I am a bad dog who
has fallen for his own
“good boy” tricks,
and when I get
out of bed I
bump my head
and roll over
like Beethoven
who couldn’t even
hear his own early morning
bird-chirp symphony
Ivan Jenson, USA
The Social Poet 