Whittling Down

As we age, we whittle down The things that we can do Or the ways that we can do them So we last the whole day through. I’ve whittled down my exercise And how much I can drink. My energy’s been whittled And my brain’s begun to shrink. I’ve whittled my acquaintances, Though some were not my fault And my memory’s been whittled Or locked in a keyless vault. I’ve whittled down my travels And my need to shop and buy. Some hobbies have been whittled, Which I loved; I don’t know why. My knife is sharper than my mind So I won’t be belittling The ways it goes about its job, As time goes by, of whittling.