OLD…
Old I am, there is no mistaking,
Cold too, when winter is making me shaking,
Told to go places when at work, their making,
Bold, but only at times, I am not herein faking…
Waking quite hard as I seem to get old,
Breaking in new shoes can leave me quite cajoled,
Aching yes is sign of being old and full of mould too,
Braking also gets to be kinda hard, as we too do get so old…
Altogether & nonetheless, we are all getting old; no way can we change this,
We try as we may, but the older we get, the harder it is to take a piss,
Eating the right foods, drinking more water, and that daily movement,
All seem harder as we approach old age, don’t listen to me,
Find an even older sage, they will tell you the same, then you will see…
© ed- 5/23/04
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~
Never just wiser!!
After each poem I read!!
Love Tinka
It must be better than the other option..
Love your hairstyle, too, but I hope you didn't skin some poor old cat for that.