Today I fall into my easy chair.
My body consorts with gravity. It holds
me longer than I want to linger there,
no matter how much my conscience scolds.
Today I fall into my easy chair.
Is this how it ends? Sitting. Empty of thought.
Vacant like eyes in a nursing home. No place
for ambition. Indifferent to all I ought
to do. Letting worlds go by without disgrace.
Today I fall into my easy chair.