Old Age

Posted: October 12, 2019 in Poetry
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OLD AGE
By David Allen

Bent posture
Grouchy nature
Prescription pill bottles
Wild walking waddles.

Memory lapses
Cheap reading glasses
Hair shedding
Tummy spreading.

Cane walking
Unsteady talking
Teeth in a glass
Passing much gas.

Spinal hardware
Keys are not there
Midnight pee calls
Numbing pratfalls.

Artery stents
Obscene vents
Diner discounts
Joint bank accounts.

Skin splotches
Year’s end notches
TV bingeing
X-ray cringing.

Children have grown
Remortgaged home
Much makes me enraged
This must be old age. 

Comments
  1. Don’t be grumpy you made it that far in a fallen world 😉

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  2. Aditi Das says:

    Old trees reap fine fruits, sir

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  3. Let it out! And yet, and yet…

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