Getting Old

My friends are convalescing In their beds they lay The truth there lies before me Future come what may Aches are my companion Pain a faithful friend Rigor mortis is a buddy of mine He’ll be there in the end The nurse is such a sweetie Gives me what I wish I know she means so very well Just wish she spoke English! The future is so bright It glows an urgent red It’s supposed to call the doctor The janitor came instead I guess I better stop right now I think its best I pause it Seeing I went number one Inside the clothing closet! David Kettler 1/06/19.