Aging

I rise to face yet still more life again And know my day will be about my age Through sight that makes all things appear opaque I hear about each third word spoken clear. I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo And get to where I aim without much fuss Yet still it seems I burden those who care To take the time to bare my years nonpluss. Each time I rise to face my life once more Trumps thoughts of laying still without regard For pains one takes to move upon this earth Or see and hear with clarity implored. I thank my Lord for each new day He gives And givers who see beyond one’s struggle With patience and always kind words spoken Dignity and respect to me maintained.