If fifty’s the new 30, as I’m often told
Then what is
the reason I feel so damn old?
I used to be
able to run like a pup
I now need a
forklift, just to stand up.
There’s pain
in my knees, my hairs turning gray
I often forget
what I wanted to say.
I can’t find my glasses, and where is my phone?
I can’t find my glasses, and where is my phone?
I no longer
have patience…just leave me alone!
My counter
resembles Rite Aid’s pharmacy;
Acidophilus,
and Calcium with Vitamin D
Vitamin C, and
cream for strange rashes
Black Cohosh
Root for frequent hot flashes!
I crack and I
creek like an old house’s door
My stomach
makes noises; I’m told that I snore
I never
imagined that I’d ever need
My own granny
glasses, just so I can read!
Ignore
it, deny it, just don’t give in
Don’t
look in the mirror, you won’t feel chagrin.
But
all of my tricks are of no avail…
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