My end, I suppose, I hear warnings of.
Feel bodily indications also.
Unable to deny frailties because
there are some, deadly, throughout my torso.
Internal organs like my heart and lungs.
My blood pressure. My cholesterol level.
What could be, my kidneys, prostate, becomes.
Disease in bladder, liver’s the devil.
Could, of course, be in the head, the demise.
A stroke, or a tumour, or altheimers.
Parkinsons shakes where steadiness derives.
All sorts of failings of us old-timers
But, in due course, with heart failure, be so.
No connection then, head, limbs and torso.