All I've Got To Do

All I’ve got to do is stop

eating trash – start

walking fast, to slow

down the onset

of death.

 

All I’ve got to do is be

energetic

tick the boxes – see

entertainment

in gym.

 

All I’ve got to do is swim

instead of float

facing front – not up

pay attention

take part.

 

All I’ve got to do is grow

a love of sport

bore myself to death –

not list’ning, go

away.

 

All I’ve got to do is find

a way to play

when I’m not looking –

vacate my mind

maybe.

 

All I’ve got to do is stop

messing around

pound the pavements, right?

You’re hounding me

I’ll try.

 

All I’ve got to do is learn

to accept death.

Flattened by a bus

or heart attack –

who cares?

The End

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