Gettin' Old Is Not For Sissies

I have wrinkles on my wrinkles.
Bunions on my feet.
My back feels like it’s breaking.
I’m watching what I eat.

My hair that hasn’t turned loose
Has changed to yellow white.
My teeth, though, now are even
And sit in a jar at night.

I found new friends at this age--
Ben Gay and Poli Dent.
Though I have good intentions,
My "go", I find has “went”.

I once was strong and virile.
Exercise was my forte.
Now, I watch it on the TV,
Remembering the day.

My memory often leaves me.
I miss it, that is true.
I look for things that I will find
In just a month or two.

My glasses, I don’t need them.
For with them I can’t see.
Without them though it’s even worse!
What’s to become of me?

Hearing is a problem,
For I don’t hear so good.
I have a brand new hearing aide.
Wear it? I probably should.

I have pills to take for sleeping,
And pills so I won’t snore.
I have pills for my cholesterol,
And pills and pills galore.

A wuss just could not stand this.
A wimp you could not be.
Getting’ old is not for sissies.
No sissy—that is me!

36 lines