Oh little strand of DNA, your function’s most profound
You always worked so well, but lately you have let me down

I know you’ve been a blue print, for my body’s replication
But your recent imprecision’s, given way to dissipation

When I was young I and I got hurt, you healed me very quickly
But now my feats of daring do, I don’t do; they conflict me

You see the things that once were soft, have grown a little hard
And once hard things are getting soft upon this aging Bard

I guess like me you’re getting old, there’s stuff that we forget
I wish we could have made a deal, way back when we first met

You thought that if you kept me young, and strong, then I’d be able
To propagate my species and put food upon the table

That body that you kept so well, when I was young and dumb
I filled with booze, tobacco smoke, and washed it down with rum

I’ve lived and learned and now I know, the things that I desire
But when I try and do them, DNA; I quickly tire

I wish you could have paced yourself, I wish you started slow
Youth is wasted on the young; that’s just the way it goes

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”

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