The Perils Of Staying Power
How’s your finger?
How’s your rib?
These are words I don’t ad lib
How’s your backache?
How’s your knee?
Would you read this, I can’t see
Pass the sugar, no, best not
Off my meds now, I forgot!
Where’s the salt, oh, yes I know
Hid it, so it wouldn’t show
I can make it, park the car
Twenty feet, that’s not too far!
Vitamins?, I just took two!
Love to eat but I can’t chew
Perils of a ripe old age
Spiced by memories and sage
None-the-less, I’m here to stay
Hope at least for one more day!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2025
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