Growing Older

This is lovingly dedicated to all of my dear friends who are entering the "older generation" and who can relate to this poem!

Growing Older

I gaze at my bathroom mirror,

And looking back at me,

Are the telltale signs of wrinkles,

And gray hair, their company.

My knees ache when it’s rainy,

And I toss and turn at night,

And clothes that used to fit me,

Have become a little tight!

I may be a bit forgetful,

That’s what my children say,
But I don’t think it’s quite as bad,

As the stories they portray!

I can’t really howl in laughter,

Or my Depends will overflow,

Heck, that can even happen,

When I give my nose a blow!

I used to dance the night away,

But I can’t do that at all,

I’m lucky to manage one pirouette,

Without leaning on a wall.

I sag a bit and need a lift,

But I can’t afford those fees,

Plastic surgeons are overpriced,

Their ads are such a tease!

I’ll just fade into the sunset,

With my other older friends,

We’ll laugh and toast each other,

Until our lifelong journey ends.

Carmen Henesy

Copyright (c) 2009 by Carmen Henesy

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