my knees are barometers
my back, a lost cause
my sex life, well just
a memory of what was
my eyes are fading
memory going fast
arthritis dating my hands
marathons, a thing of the past
haemorrhoids, celluloid
strange rashes, varicose veins
hair, but an old photo
even pissing, can be a pain
but i still have my hearing
and all my own teeth
though my stomach's shot
don't allow me to eat meat
so ,
i'm in the golden years
you gotta be
fucking kidding
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200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)