21. A Geezer's Gripings
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that never hurt before
Now multiply, make more and more.
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that never hurt before
Now multiply, make more and more.
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My husband plays golf, or at least he does try.
After many a round he will wonder just why.
It's not just a sport, it's a full-blown obsession
That can be euphoric or lead to depression.
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The grass needs cutting,
I must mend the gate.
I'm expecting a parcel,
I hope it's not late.
I'm not impressed with getting older.
It doesn't seem like a lot of fun.
Every joint seems to be seizing up,
And my feet won't let me run.