Age
Age
By
Tom Wright
2003
Skin that resembles a raspy voice,
joints that continually cause pain.
Life, as lived, has been by choice,
It's excesses have caused me gain.
Shoulders now deprive me of sleep,
ears hear not what most folks say.
Eyes tear, with no occasion to weep,
I hurt watching children at play.
It's now hard to get up and down,
and breath is sometimes short.
I'm oft taken for some old clown,
while trying to be a good sport.
I'm no longer seen as one of the gang,
most now think I don't know much.
I'm treated as if my swan song was sang,
age, seems to have put me out of touch.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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