yea
i'm old
and that is why
no one cares
yea
i'm old
i am used to
the disgusted stares
i use a cane
eyes not the same
sore knees
a bent back
memory loss
heart attack
no use anymore
slamming doors
yea
i'm old
and that is why
no one cares
yea
i'm old
and one day soon
i won't be here
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contrived
Poetrysometimes life is contrived. My thoughts and observations on aging.