I wake up in the morning

Full of the joys of spring

Looking forward to the day

And all the joy it may bring

Getting dressed should be so easy

But not when old age comes through the door

Trying to put your clothes on getting up

Becomes an altogether a different chore

I always seem to get both legs in one leg of my trousers

And end up on the floor

Or if I am putting my shirt on

I always have difficulty find the other arm

It just seems to disappear

Fortunately reappears as if by some lucky charm

Then I have to find my slippers

Which seem to have a mind all of their own left on the floor

They never seem to be where I thought I had left them

When I went to bed the night before

I stagger to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out and have a wash

And at least I still have my own teeth, they don’t come out at night

So I am not so bad as I first thought

Unlike my hair which is falling out, not a pretty sight

The sight that greets me in the mirror

I think is that person really me

That truly does not look like the man I once was

Oh Dear it’s really so sad to see

But hey, at least I am still here

Causing a fuss, alive and raising hell

 I can still enjoy what’s left of my life

As long as I can stay fit and Healthy as Well