Golden Years

Life at ninety has no frills, gone are all my youthful thrills – women, sex, and overdrinking, the dynamo of all my thinking. I live on pills and wonder drugs, weekly tests for new infectious “bugs.” Despite the efforts of “specialists,” keeping me alive is cruel and useless. How I wish they’d stop “rebuilding” me with body parts! I feel I’m living just on loan, with no parts of me my own.