Growing Old
Once it was a breeze to run and catch a blooming bus
It was the normal thing to do, didn't cause me any fuss
I could walk, and walk could I, until the end of day
But now the little shop close by, is much too far away
I would always love to swim even in the vastest pool
But now I have to paddle, I cannot swim at all
I'd always drop onto my knees, and spring right up again
But me I can't do this no more, it gives me too much pain
I would travel around for miles just to see something
But now too many aches and pains to me such travel brings
Just relaxing in the chair these days is all I want to do
And driving car at night times, this gives me trouble too
Life is getting faster now, I'm in my latter years
Some things I really have to do, they bring me close to tears
I guess I'm getting too old now, that's just the way it goes
I really can't do much at all, because I'm too damn slow
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015
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