When I was young and in my prime I took my health for granted <br />No major ills in middle age I never raved nor ranted <br />So who decreed that when I reached my so called 'golden years' <br />A multitude of problems would reduce my life to tears <br />The feet that once could run a mile now shuffle round the block <br />The legs that once were straight and true now cause my knees to knock <br />Just getting up now gets me down, the hip joints creak and crack <br />Those dizzy spells sure slow me down, and spasms wrack my back <br />Kidneys too don't work so good, the lungs are getting smaller <br />This frame must too be shrinking, could have sworn I was taller <br />The eyes that used to read with ease, now often shed a tear <br />I'm plagued with sinus problems, and its getting hard to hear <br />Dentures soon will come my way, my hair is fine and thinning <br />I can't remember much these days, Alzheimer's now beginning <br />The sex drive too is on the wane, old age you just can't fight <br />It now takes me all night to do what I used to do all night.<br /><br />Evelyn Macdonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-age-is-for-the-birds/
