Each night I sit and wonder
Where my body has gone
Skin that was once smooth
Wrinkles now live on
When I read I need glasses
I need the TV volume turned up high
I never got a piece
Of that pie in the sky
I get up several times a night
As mother nature calls
Always being mindful
Not to trip and fall
No longer do I dream
Those days are long gone
Dreaming now I'm sure
Would only do me harm
The days are getting shorter
As my whole body hurts
When I hear the phrase "the golden years"
All I want to do is curse
(c) 11-11-2024
9-7-2026/RjH
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Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: These sentiments were told to by my senior citizen neighbor, who is a very funny person.
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Comments1
I'm a senior and it is true but I accepted it long ago and don't fight it. A fun poem with good rhyme and meter. Well done
I’m in the same boat. My philosophy has always been, keep moving. I am very active. Thanks for reading.
Yes keep moving is a good strategy it is hard to hit a moving object
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