Growing Old

Growing old is not for the faint of heart. Well, then again, maybe it is. There’s usually a cardiologist somewhere in the mix. Running is out of the question, sleeping is iffy, familiar words vanish and memory stinks! My philosophy is that I might as well make light of it and celebrate the fact that I’m still here: 

SENIOR MOMENTS 

I’m straining my brain 

Cause it should contain 

A fact that I need on the spot. 

Why didn’t I jot it 

Before I forgot it? 

My memory’s going to pot! 

SIGNS OF AGE 

My years on this earth, I’m conflating 

With the wrinkles and sags that I’m hating

 When asked, “How are you?” and an answer is due, 

I respond, “I’m deteriorating.” 

YOUTHFUL SLUMBER 

Remember the time when we laid down our heads 

On top of our pillows in comfortable beds 

And slept through the night without any call

 From nature or any disturbance at all? 

In peaceful repose, we would usually stay 

Until we awoke to greet a new day. 

A SENSIBLE PLAN 

With exuberant fun, I’m pretty much done. 

On my life, I have signed a new lease. 

Just give me some food, folks in a good mood

 And a generous measure of peace.