Aging fun

I used to walk with such a sprightly pace, Now I shuffle slow, like I am in a race... With a turtle. My steps, they take their time, Each creak and crack a rhythmic rhyme. My memory? Well, it is hit or miss, Where are my glasses? What did I miss? Oh, look, my fly’s undone again—oh dear! That’s the third time I have done it this year. My teeth, they have started playing hide and seek, One's in my coffee cup, so to speak. And as for sight, well, let us be clear— If you are far away, you are not even here. But aging is fine, I will make it through, I just cannot recall how old I grew! Yet in this life of aches and bends, I laugh it off—it never ends!