Every morning the same ritual:
He reaches for his glasses,
Puts in his teeth,
And with the aid of his cane
Lurches to his feet—
Shuffling to the bathroom
For the first bladder relief of the day.
Frankly gazing at himself in the mirror,
He still sees a man attractive for his age
But long ago retired.
And not for the first time in 80 plus years
He wishes he had a tattoo that said:
“Some assembly required.”
