Inside My Eyes
I’m growing old inside my eyes.
Through that lens I cannot disguise.
She saw them today while magnifying.
Tiny cataracts is what she was spying.
Emma the optician must be lying.
I’m growing old within my knees.
When I struggle to rise please don’t tease.
Getting down is fine to light the fire.
Only now I wish the range was higher.
Being watched makes me even shyer.
Im growing old but feeling fine.
Now relaxing I type as I recline.
No more worries with work stress.
Old age really is the best
antidote to being young.
Sometimes it’s even a lot more fun.
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