I Am

A wet spot on the wood floor
(like an ice cube, newly melted)

A skid mark on the pavement
(just an accident, prevented...)

Fifty six, so much forgotten,
the oddest bits remembered...

The women loved and lost,
(just my innocence, surrendered)

A fleeting, half-whispered word,
an old memory, dimmed by time.

Coffee, Jim Beam and water,
Corona with a twist of lime...

Well, I got this far, so far,
I'll try and give it one more try...

And with my freak flag flying,
I'll hope that doctors sometimes lie...