From The Cold

Prognosis

Is it my imagination, or did I get old?
I was young, then when I wasn’t looking:
aches and pains; suddenly feeling cold.

It was yesterday, I played when it snowed,
making angels. Now they're measuring.
Is it my imagination? Did I get old?

I practiced being young, but did you know:
didn’t work. Morticians ask, how are you?
Aches and pains. Suddenly I feel cold,

answering, uncertain if it’s my time to go.
Getting dark. Having trouble breathing.
Is it my imagination or me getting old?

They check to see my heart still flows,
or clogged, or if it’s dying, or is it cheating
aches and pains, suddenly feeling cold.

There are parts of me being consoled,
afraid to ask the doctors, how am I doing?
Is it my imagination? Did I get old
aches and pains? Suddenly, I feel cold.