Ageing gracefully

          In the Fall of Love

 

Golden leaves, sweaters and chills

Winter sliding down the hills

Arthritis,medicine and pills

Are somebody else’s ills.

 

Attaining three scores and ten

(When did this age thing happen?)

Hit me like an absurd farce.

Who? Me? I don’t grow that fast.

 

Shaky knees that disengage

Bones turning to cartilage

White hair growing on my crown

Are incidents I disown.

 

My heart beats much louder now

More than I care to allow.

I get sensational thrills,

Sans those damned blood pressure pills

 

and if I were not so shy

I would write to Santa dear

“Next time when you please come by,

Knock louder, .'cause I can't hear.”