Getting Older
Artangel started a thread the other day about feeling thick or something, like how forgetful we can be as we get older. Just looking through my poetry file on my computer and I found this I wrote a while back and I thought it appropriate, hope it gives you a chuckle
Getting Older
As I’m getting older
Here is what I’ve noticed
My memory’s done a bunk
And I’m going round the twist
I’ll walk into the kitchen
Then I’ll just stand and stare
As I think I scratch my head
Trying to remember why I’m there
Unwanted hair keeps sprouting
I’ve got a beard and a tash
I don’t want to shave
Or I’ll come out in a rash
As I sit and pluck me chin
I’ll shout ‘COME OUT YA SWINE’
They are such stubborn buggers
These witchy hairs of mine
As I get up from my chair
To answer my telephone
My legs have seized up again
I let out a howling moan
Ooo I need to pee
I better go right away
If I don’t hurry up
My pee will go astray
Looking in the mirror
Another crease has appeared
Oh no, the crinkly skin is here
Just as I’ve always feared
All these things that happen
The heavy and hard load
We have no choice but deal with it
It’s part of our lifes road
©Lion Queen