My Effrontery

At four plus four more than two score
I finally recognize my door
no longer looking at the floor
twice removed as was before
my reality, no more
illusions, clothing that I wore

At four plus four more than two score
I got a shock right through my core
my eyesight, vulgar to a Moor
my own mortaliy I bore
as my body breaks, I tore
inside my mind began the war

At four plus four more than two score
I hold upon my winter’s shore
I’ve used up all life’s precious oar
no inventory in my store
I’m not rich nor am I poor
My memories held up in the fore

But now, I wish I’d used my spore
I wish I’d loved just like a whore
with offspring sprouting like a spore
my heart now clotting from the gore
regrets, I have them, yes, galore
At four plus four more than two score