Hi to everybody...here's another humorous poem with a serious side too...LOL...
What a bummer
Cells respond to time,
Inside, they’re all committing suicide!
What a trip to take.
We’re born a mass of unfulfilled potential.
Then, before we’ve had chance to wake,
a code kicks in to stem the tide,
and becomes increasingly influential.
‘You have a limited span of life,’
it tells each and every cell.
‘There must be some mistake!’
you can hear them yell.
‘No, no error in our data.
Go and live for goodness sake.’
What a bummer to be born
with the grim reaper
out to get us sooner or later.
It’s enough to kill the will
to survive for just a day
when all your cells are looking
for the nearest cliff or rope.
In a particular case like this,
if the spur to life is hope,
then ignorance really is bliss.
*****
Great big hugs to one and all...
la_spice
Is there something more sinister lurking? 
xx
It seemed to be the jaw itself - it's fine now, but it's the third night in a row it's happened. Perhaps it will sort itself out. Got a Dentist check up next week anyway, so if it's still doing it I'll tell him then 
I've just been catching up on your last four poems - they are all so good in their own way.
Keep writing (and posting)
You'll have to do your "Retirement Poem"