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Dead Tired
Arthritis, myopia, rhinovirus
Sickness, pain, madness
Why bother go though this again and again?
Aspirin, acetaminophen, ibuprofen
Water, tea, broth
Why not struggle and be a man?
My checks are flushed
Achiness, heat, here and there
As my spirits are crushed
Crankiness, cold, breathing the air
All I would have to do is go outside
Put on a weak smile
Could spread this awfulness wide
Wouldn't take much guile
Sickness, pain, madness
Why bother go though this again and again?
Aspirin, acetaminophen, ibuprofen
Water, tea, broth
Why not struggle and be a man?
My checks are flushed
Achiness, heat, here and there
As my spirits are crushed
Crankiness, cold, breathing the air
All I would have to do is go outside
Put on a weak smile
Could spread this awfulness wide
Wouldn't take much guile
I found this pretty confusing. It speaks both to the general problems of aging, but then it also seems like the narrator is sick, so I'm not sure how to take it. And I don't understand what he's spreading wide at the end. Is he contagious and either shrugging off that me might infect someone or hoping to do so intentionally? The last two stanzas have a fixed rhyme scheme, but the first two are erratic. The first two lines rhyme somewhat, but that may have been unintentional, as the second stanza is identical in form yet doesn't do this. Be careful what expectations you're setting up about how the structure will go.