Getting old
I’m on my own, but I don’t care
I’ve got bad teeth and losing hair
My memory worsens every day
I can’t remember names they say

Climbing hills is such a curse
I swear my breathings getting worse
To go to shops I plan my way
try not to go uphill all day

I get to shops forget what for
So I stand and hold the door
Letting other people out
While I wait and huff or pout

Until my mind remembers why
that’s right I want some meat for pie
And maybe some potato’s too
What the hell is in my shoe?

The volume on the TV too
Would be just way to loud for you
But to me it’s just a whisper
Oh damn is that another blister

I’m getting old yes that’s for sure
I call myself a boy no more
But I don’t care no not a jot
I just say oh f*** you lot.
LOL Drifter. Like it :lol:
Especially like the last line  :wink:
Drift, you are falling apart man.
 
Roses are red, violets are  blue.

Next time, take a list with you. :D

 
I'm right there with you Drifter...'cept I can't remember where. Great poem...didn't know you had it in you!
Good one Drifter
Poetry, a spirit lifter
Like a good cup of tea
Thoughts drifting out to sea.

Aging gracefully, I see
Inevitable for all humanity
Its twists and turns, an art
Not for the faint of heart.

Regarded with respect
Wisdom we do expect
Youth wasted on the young
Being older; freedom, joy and fun.



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Lizzy52 wrote: Drift, you are falling apart man.
 
Roses are red, violets are  blue.

Next time, take a list with you. :D

 

I must have missed something, but then again, sometimes I am a little slow. See you in chat later.
Wiz, I am often confused. (Probably why I make so many lists).
My heartfelt and well thought out  poem was based on personal experience -- and meant to offer Drifter a solution to his grocery store dilemma:
" I get to shops forget what for So I stand and hold the door Letting other people out While I wait and huff or pout Until my mind remembers why"

 
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