i cannot do the manly things now

i can walk but a few paces

without assistance from someone or some thing

the reptile knows this

the lying lobe

even running the latest upgrade

is not convinced

whispering incessantly

“just a bit further”

“you really don’t need that”

“of course you can”


all lies

when i move i am slow and cautious

watching my step

wheeling my walker loaded with notebooks and pens

water, a book

sometimes Belle the Cat along for the ride

moving like the old man that i am

while the lying frontal lobe continually plots my destruction

but the lizard is always there

old, ancient beyond memory

dependable and true


Copyright Michael Douglas Scott