i know
i must be getting old
have to wear a hat
all the time
out in the cold
takes a little longer
in the mornings now
to get up and going
and still somehow
i manage
eyesight is not as good
parts don't work like they should
hair grows everywhere
except the places i want it there
i ache and pain
like being hit by a train
insomnia trend
well, that's my friend
but the truest sign
that comes to mind
while playing with my grandson
having so much fun
i slipped and fell
"what the hell?"
my greatest fear
almost brought a tear
how did i get here
i spilled
my
beer
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grain of sand
PoetryA Collection of thoughts and poems from the mind of a retired man. ME !!!