I`ve lived here now for forty years, <br />happy times with so few cares. <br />I walk along my village street, <br />sometimes with my neighbours meet, <br />conversation at times engaged, <br />but how my neighbours have all aged! <br /> <br />Relatives and friends as well <br />have succombed to that tolling bell <br />of time that brings about the signs <br />with hearing loss and facial lines. <br />Why have they come to look so old? <br />with aching limbs and feeling cold. <br /> <br />Another thing I notice too, <br />I sometimes have to wonder who? <br />The person is I meet by chance. <br />Did we cavort once at a dance? <br />They seem to think that they know me, <br />their memory must be running free! <br /> <br /> <br />And why do friends as if by choice <br />speak to me in a lower voice? <br />Their vocal chords must loose with age, <br />at times it gets me in a rage. <br />I`m sure that if they really tried <br />they could be heard more far and wide. <br /> <br />And here am I still in my prime, <br />on my face no single line, <br />a little twinge when I bend down, <br />but not enough to bring a frown. <br />A young face in my mirror, see, <br />looking with a smile at me. <br /> <br />I could run the london marathon, <br />tackle a lion one to one, <br />climb a tree jump over gates, <br />lift a bodybuilders weights. <br />these things i`m sure that I can do, <br />just simply never choosing to. <br /> <br /> <br />I look the same as years go by, <br />can run and jump just do not try. <br />My aching back is just a strain, <br />a little pill, its right again! <br />One tiny thing is wrong with me, <br />my mind aint what it used to be! <br /> <br />Copyright B Hough 2011<br /><br />George Bernard Hough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everyone-is-getting-older-but-me/
