and my heart a little older,
My left hand feels lighter today,
and my bed a little colder.
My house sounds quieter today,
and my lungs nearly vacant,
My commute sounds louder today,
and my mind nearly absent.
My garden smells barren today,
and my back, quite sore,
My garbage smells fruitful today,
and my suit, well worn.
My life looks a bit empty today,
and my wrists jarred,
My death looks a bit empty today,
and my hands scarred.
I think it's most striking to leave it short at the first stanza.