The Poetry of Marc W. McCord


Author Unknown, but obviously a man of perspective!

My rookie days are over
My pilot light is out
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my waterspout.

Time was, of its own accord,
From my trousers it would spring
But, now I have a full-time job
To find the blasted thing!

It used to be embarrassing
The way it would behave
For every single morning
It would stand to watch me shave.

As old age approaches
It sure gives me the blues
To see it hang its withered head
And watch me tie my shoes.

The Poetry of Marc W. McCord