I'M Raging For Aging

I feel it in my hips, I feel it in my hands. I hate the drying lips, I hate the swollen glands. The wrinkling of my skin, The bags under my eyes. The disappearing grin, Comes as no surprise. No more can I taste, No more can I savor. The chicken that I baste, Has lost all its flavor. Oh, my aching back. Oh, my tired bones. Oh, my knuckles crack. Oh, my constant groans. The times that I regret. The times I don't recall. One thing I need to get, A complete overhaul.