the stairway to heaven

it sounds

familiar, the music easing out

of the overhead

imbedded

speakers.

who is that? Jim Morrison

and the Doors,

Jimi Hendrix

wanting to light my

fire?

i push my shopping cart

forward

to Janis weeping out Me

and Bobby McGee.

i put

a tube of Poli-grip

into the basket, a box

of Depends and

a six pack

of Ensure.

yes, my dear, we are that

old.

we're on the stairway

to heaven,

that's for sure.