My teeth are in a jar, <br />my eyes are in a holder, <br />nothing seems to be mine <br />since I got older. <br /> <br />My walker's by my bed <br />my wheels are by my door. <br />If it weren't for my bits and pieces, <br />NOTHING would work anymore. <br /> <br />But my eyes open to daylight <br />my ears can hear the birds sing, <br />so daily I thank God <br />for life and everything!<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bits-and-pieces-or-falling-apart-after-sixty/
