IJMC - The Art of Falling Apart

There are days where I wonder if I am falling apart...hundreds of emails
in my inbox, cables and deitrius spewn about me, dustbunnies collecting
on the edges of artwork, and a pile of laundry in the corner. Then I just
think of better things, pull out the vacuum cleaner and have at it. That
defines the only benefit I know of falling apart...pulling yourself back
together can almost be worth the fall. Thanks Humpty.               -dave





THE ART OF FALLING APART

There's quite an art to falling apart as the years go by, And life doesn't
begin at 40.  That's a big fat lie.
My hair's getting thinner, my body is not; The few teeth I have are
beginning to rot.

I smell of Vick's-Vapo-Rub, not Chanel # 5; My new pacemaker's all that
keeps me alive.
When asked of my past, every detail I'll know, But what was I doing 10
minutes ago?

Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
I'm off to read the obituary, like I do every day;
If my names not there, I'll once again start - Perfecting the art of falling
apart.