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.