Ageing
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**** please note British spelling of ageing used ****
If the truth is told I’m getting old -
Of that there’s no denying
Grey hairs appear upon my head
I dye them, I’m not lying
My memory is not what it once was
I keep forgetting what I have said
I keep forgetting what I have said
Got wrinkles and lines around my mouth
My boobies sadly they have gone south
Thankfully all my teeth are still my own,
A denture smile has not yet grown
I’m lucky I’m slim and don’t have to watch my weight
Got my pile of vitamin pills they dominate my plate
I wear glasses for my eyesight, they help me to see
Alas, when I can’t find them I say oh deary me
BUT they’re perched on my head – oh pity me
My memory is not what it once was
I keep forgetting what I have said
I keep forgetting what I have said
Still it’s not yet time for the scrap heap for me
Now I simply curl up, pen a poem and drink a cup of tea
A tongue in cheek write - or is it …
17th August 2015
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2015
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