Upon Reaching My Eighties


Upon Reaching My Eighties

My hair is fast becoming thin and gray,
I am no longer faultless, whole, and hale;
My hearing's disappearing day by day.

Phone talk's a disconcerting comic fray.
I much prefer conversing by email.
My hair is fast becoming thin and gray.

When friends and I go out to a cafe
It's an upsetting and familiar tale:
My hearing's disappearing say by day.

To make me hear, my cronies tend to bray.
Their futile, rapid shouting makes me quail;
My hair is fast becoming thin and gray.

I know that mine, like other flesh,is clay.
Instead of being sickly, blind, or frail,
My hearing's disappearing day by day.

It's after all a trifling price to pay:
To gain protracted life with slight travail-
My hair is fast becoming thin and gray,
My hearing's disappearing day by day.

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