February 25, Meditation on My Last Deciduous Tooth

February 25, Meditation on My Last Deciduous Tooth

 

I’ve just lost my last trace of youth;

My dentist pulled a baby tooth,

Almost eight decades in my head,

It was abscessed and nearly dead.

 

Lost tooth, lost youth, time marches on;

We turn around and youth is gone.

While I still had this baby tooth,

I didn’t have to face the truth.

 

My baby tooth, fair youth’s last trace,

Is now long gone; that I must face.

My hips replaced, my prostate grows,

I’m unappealing without clothes.

 

I’ve found it futile to rebel;

So, I’ve bid youth a sad farewell.