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.
