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Getting Older

They say age is just a number, 
but its much more than that.
Now everything I eat or drink
just somehow turns to fat.

I used to kick a soccer ball 
all over sunny fields of green
but now I throw my knee out
just pulling on my jeans .

My auburn hair that hung in waves, 
long and full of sheen,
is now short and white, stands on end, 
and makes me look quite mean .

Old age isn't for the faint of heart.
You need to be tough as a boot 
and forget about those days gone by 
when you were young and cute.

You need to develop a thick skin.
(Though in truth its thinner than ever)
Words no longer phase you
and your retorts have become quite clever.

Yes, growing old is really the pits.
Like living under a curse.
But on the flipside of getting older,
the alternative is worse.

Copyright © Francine Roberts

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