getting up at six am this morning
sore legs, knees, don’t forget the neck
I am grateful for all the pain
for at least I am a living wreck
shuffling slowly to
you know where to pee
I wonder once again
of what has become of me
I don’t care so much about
being sore and pain of any kind
what worries me much more
is having lost my mind
To microwave my coffee
I open up the fridge
stare into it and ponder
my newest mental glitch
I have nothing but admiration
for old folks just like me
who somehow make it through the day
as happy as can be
Not to worry about all this
to take it as it comes
just means we old geezers
walk to a different set of drums
No matter what happens
or how long it might take
with the right attitude
it’s all a piece of cake