Ben Bohnhorst began focusing on writing poetry only after his retirement in 1986 at age 64 from Michigan State University's College of Education, where he had been a graduate professor. He has since published four chapbooks. His poems have appeared in a number of literary journals, and he currently serves as president of the Poetry Society of Michigan.
Roast beef should be eschewed, roast chicken
Removed from leg or breast or thigh -- ah, me!
Beware, old man, the fat which you take in.
Even food becomes an enemy.
And drink! Farewell to chardonnay, merlot,
And St, Emillion...farewell, gran cru!
It was last summer, several months ago,
I savored last a fond last taste of you.
Thus age creeps in, our vessels slowly clog,
And thus we build toward crisis episodes.
Thus age creeps in, not like cat-footed fog,
Like invading rust which everything corrodes.
All right! So carry on! I'll do my best!
But wait! Leg cramps! I must sit down and rest.
Kindly Paddywhack shows how necessity is made