A Buck and a Half
I once thought,
in fact I knew,
that I would live to be,
150.
In all my arrogance,
I thought it was simply
a matter of will.
I saw all those oldsters,
staggering around,
with their walkers,
dim eyes and
fearful stares, and thought,
"Oh, they've just given up!
Have a little pride!
Get some discipline!
Do some yoga!
Stay in shape!
Try new things and
for god's sake,
don't wear those silly
old folks clothes!
I was doing pretty well
through my fifties and
enjoyed the
compliments of how
I didn't look my age.
And then one day
I had nothing to say
about the matter.
I done got old.
An ache here
a pain there.
Oh, I'm still fighting,
but it's hard and
mirrors hurt.
I think
that I am going to have
to sneak up on
150
with a
walker.
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