IT’S A BUMMER
It’s a bummer getting older and bones begin to creak
And your once strong, firm muscles turn a little weak,
Eyesight dims and other things fall out or wear away,
And your get up and go only a short time does stay.
Nothing really tastes the same and eating is even a pain,
Things you used to fancy are often washed down the drain,
It even takes great effort to think what you have to do,
And if you write a list it goes away and hides from you.
Yet it has it’s plus side when folks see greying hair,
They hold the door open for you, offer you their chair,
Get discounts at most stores, cafes also give a good deal
And then it’s not too bad and better you begin to feel.
We can still get around and do things, still walk around,
And there are many worse off people to always be found,
So we’ll smile and carry on, make the most of every day,
For we really do not know how many are coming our way.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 15 April 2006