Olding

Grammatically I’ll take a scolding But I’m convinced that I am “olding” a tattered towel that still needs folding. For when they say “old man let’s go” I tie my shoes without Velcro Just leave that chicken on the bone What teeth I have are still my own My once toned muscle now gone flaccid My conversation tautly tacit This “olding” this is hard to fig’er Are my shoes smaller, or my feet bigger I can’t believe I’ve come this far Now grandkids ask to take my car At times they tell me “Pops, your tops” I hope this “olding” never stops. John G. Lawless ©6/15/2022