Old

My eyesight is failing My hair is gray I have a cough that won't go away. I dont think of the future only the past I get some energy but that doesn't last. Thoughts of my life float round in my head The I see my teeth in a glass by my bed. I love the sun but can't stand the rain Can't bend to far because of the pain. There is nothing wrong with me or so I'm told It's not an illness its called Getting old....