Old

People don’t die they petrify don’t ask why

Hair hanging out their nose, mothball smelling cloths, as on and off they dose

Wrinkles more than a few, passing gas by you, no teeth to chew

Hair falling out, feet with gout, deaf they shout

The belly grows as does the nose its been years since they’ve seen their toes

Unable to see, an artificial knee, carrying a plastic bag of pee

Tits that sag, an oxygen tank to drag, on food they gag

Compression socks, shuffling walks, dangling cocks

Their memory gone, a diaper they don, as they babble on

Always bruising, drool oozing, lots of medicine using

Blood clotting, heads nodding, their body’s rotting

They look like hell, they smell, and are never well

Aches and pains, varicose veins, shrinking brains

Stains in their bed, age spots on their head, the walking dead

But they don’t know they’re old, till their body's cold, so I’m told