A Balanced Individual

I'm a balanced individual I have a chip on both my shoulders, And they are getting bigger As each year I grow older. I seem to begrudge the young their youth It's just plain jealousy, I envy all their years ahead, So many more than me. I hate it that my back aches And that my knees are sore, And how careful that I need to be To pick something from the floor. There are hairs growing in my ears, Why on earth is that, I can't bothered trimming them I just wear a stretchy hat. Is the reaper coming, Will I get the nod, I realise now what I've become, I'm an old and grumpy sod ! Entry for A contest on aging Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet. 31/5/2019. Placed 5th.