The Older I Get
The older I get, the slower I have got
My bones are afflicted with arthritis,
My elbows are getting very creaky
Whenever I point with my finger,
It is hard to tell in what direction
More and more I am prone to linger,
Honestly, I am not trying to be cheeky,
I talk like I am suffering from laryngitis
I could tell lots more, but I’d better not.
written July 16, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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