Getting Old


Flabby bits and double chin
Need to pluck those hairs again
Wrinkled face and sagging jowls
Constipation, damn those bowels
Sun and age spots, join the dots
None before, but now there are lots
Greying hair, bent over stoop
Sparse eyebrows, eyelids that droop
Arthritic fingers, gnarly toes
Crepe like skin and bulbous nose
Missing teeth and downturned mouth
Other things now heading south
Always looking for those glasses
Without warning, loud wind passes
Nanna naps, incessant snoring
Conversations somewhat boring
The memory is poor, reflexes slow
Not sure what else is left to go
Almost blind with impaired hearing
Nursing home, of that we're fearing
Never mind, we're just getting old
There's more, no doubt, yet to unfold
But ignore it all, even that toothless grin
That child, that beauty, remains within

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