~ Golden Years?
~
Excuse me 'cause
I have trouble
hearing
My eyesight is
going too
My body makes
sounds I've
never heard
before
It's the Golden
Years I'm going
through.
Don't poke and
make fun of your
elders
Your day is
approaching fast
The time will
come when YOU
have trouble
Remembering what
you did in the
past.
You'll squint
your eyes to try
and focus
You'll have
people repeat
things twice
You'll think
there's
something wrong
with THEM
But that's when
you'll be paying
the price.
I know we should
all age
gracefully
But c'mon now,
give me a break
Does anyone
really look
forward to this
How much are we
suppose to take!
Do your joints
sound like a
well known
cereal
'Cause mine
snap, crackle,
and pop
They have a
language all
their own
Oh how I wish
they'd just
stop!
When you rise
out of bed each
morning
Do you do it
slowly and in
stages
Waiting for your
body to adjust
Waiting for the
final phases.
The aches and
pains announce
themselves
In varying forms
and degrees
One will knock
your socks right
off
While another
one will knock
you to your
knees.
These Golden
Years are not
really golden
I don't know who
told you that
Obviously it was
someone who is
young
And he or she
didn't have all
the facts.
~*~
Chee Chee Martin
© 2005
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