doing the best i can

i'm doing the best i can, dammit.

it's not easy being old
and fat,

not to mention
whatever it was that just
slipped my mind.

you think i wouldn't
rather have a waistline?

you think there's not a reason
i finished that bottle of wine last night
even though i'm not recalling it right now?

i look at the calendar, when i can find it,
and there's another month gone,
another season, another friend

lost to time.

maybe twenty good years,
maybe not.

maybe i should buy a place
in florida, or the carolinas.

maybe take that river trip down
the Mississippi.

or maybe i should just put on a
pot of coffee
and get on with the day.