I like my old me better
I could Carry-on all night
then I’d sleep past noon
stuff always turned out right
yep, I like my old me better
I ike my old me better
I knew what was goin on
and I was nobody’s fool
I always caught on
Damn, I like my old me better
I like my old me better
I made some money
life was so sweet
for me and my honey
hell, I love the old me better
Times like these
as they are
I feel 30 going on 300
A rattling set of bones
aching for a bath
aching for some calm.
Towards the end of life
you count the cost
of all you’ve gained
and all you’ve lost.
Like your spouse and loved ones,
who’ve passed away,
and those cherished possessions,
that dissolved in space!
Not to forget elderly gains,
of arthritic joints and progressing pain,
with bouts of dysfunction, and crippling disease,
and uncomfortable accompanying indignities!
You yearn for sweetness, but suck on dregs;
as memory stutters, and the body decays…,
for the important things have faded away,
leaving tedious, boring, purposeless days;
and the only question that still remains,
is what, if anything, lies beyond the grave!
I’m not used to getting old just need a little more time I’m struggling with limitations a tunnel at the end of the light it’s my first time in this cycle senile stereotypes get to me so, I’ll simply keep my eyes out everything’s bound to change
“i have this deal of death about my hands”
(Ray Bremser, in the poem “Blood”)
I had another fall this week
only two paces from door to bed
but the sudden darkness
threw me off kilter and down I went
as with previous falls
I went down easily
and did no real damage
scraping some skin off a leg
but thankfully missing the bed post
my daughter and great-grandson
had to take an arm each
and haul me to my feet
Nathan had heard the bump
and come running
he’s like a mother hen with me
and I’m a fluffy little chick
in dire need of protection
it left me shaken and feeling woozy
for a day or two
which is par for the course
I feel quite vulnerable at such times
wondering if this might be when
old Doc Death might pack his bag
in readiness for a house call
the scrawny buzzard
hasn’t made it here yet though