This aging thing kills me
I’ll say it straight out
it’s not what I’d dreamed of
without any doubt

My back gives me trouble
the knees give me hell
good food gives me gas
but I don’t always tell

Can’t read without glasses
or see my whole feet
my diet needs fiber
to make it complete

My shoulders won’t lift
as they used to before
my hands lost their grip
and my ankles are sore

My head is less covered
with hair than it was
and now these earholes
are sprouting some fuzz

Adults treat me equal
the kids call me Pops
but I hate most of all
when my Old Pink flip-flops

Copyright 2002 Casey Mack