When I'M Old
I look in the mirror...the wrinkles I see,
I look really close...Is that really me?
My eyesight is fading...and so are my thoughts,
I once had clear vision...and now I see dots.
My grey hair I noticed...use to be red...
It even takes longer to get into bed.
I climb into bed with my long flannel gown,
thinking that if I were naked...I really would frown.
I move and my bones creek...I cough and I leak...
sometimes I get worried that I'll forget how to speak.
Yes...there's much to be said for these my dear golden years,
if only I could remember...well, I'll give it three cheers!
P.R. Deremer
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