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Old Age Creeping In
What Is next ?
I feel a chill but the day is warm
I put a light zippered jacket on
My feet are stone cold
No circulation at all
I put winter socks on and it is spring
What is happening to me ?
I can see my hair line receeding gracefully
My eyebrows have turned into lobster tenticles that I have to cut
My ears now have hairs that look like little bushes that grow out from under
I cut them the best I can
My eyes see things different
The small print looks a little smaller
Until I hold it a little farther away
That's it ... catch it in the light
Then the number 8 was really a three
Why do they have to print things so small anyway ?
There should be a law against it
My beard turns grey
So that is why I shaved it off today
I use to stretch
Now I think about stretching and I am tired
I yawn more
I pause more
I think I even walk slower
Now where was I
See even my mind is going a little slower
I look in the mirror and I see too many wrinkles
My eyes have bags and my bags have bags
I have 5 less teeth than when I was little
Who needs them all anyway
What will tomorrow bring?
I will have to wait and see
As I sit back and type I hear my bones crack
A stiff neck and an aching back
What is next ?
Arthritis or loss of bladder control
I know I will take a solemn vow never to get old