Helen Roberts Poet Rhyme

Getting Old

Getting Old

I used to look so young and slim
I could wear anything I chose
now I buy from tent shops
it's the only way to get clothes

I can't rise without a noise
the ground feels so far away
my bones creak and groan
as upwards I sway

These days I like to sit and read
before I could run and play
I would dance all night given half a chance
now I just sit and decay

My hair turned grey long ago
I nap now maybe twice a day
many things are different now
as I reach another birthday

But in my mind nothings changed
I'm still that young girl inside
a little wiser hopefully
just with a bigger backside

I see her in the mirror still
as I stand there and apprise
she's a little hidden now
but just gaze into my eyes

That's where the girl is still
who loved to party night and day
you only see my age now
but the girl is here to stay

Ok, maybe I'm slower now
but I can still party with the best
just have me home by tea time
so I can have a rest.

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