Septuagenarians
Much to my dismay, I turned seventy today
No faculties obey, incontinence is here to stay
My memory has faded, and my taste for life is jaded
The vision has degraded, my hairpiece is pomaded
The skin upon my bones has turned to greyer tones
I issue plaintive groans when passing kidney stones
I've lost my sense of smell, my body's gone to hell
my memories wish me well
Wisdom, truth to say, is at least a modest pay
But alas and welladay, it won't pay the rent today
My pension cheque is late, and I'm in a frightful state
I hate to prate, but as of late, I'm sadly underweight
I've one foot in the grave, and it's silence now I crave
I seldom bother to lave, my visitors are brave
I'll grow a footlong beard. Or would that look too weird?
(you'll make all the kids afeard)
Contributors: | N, Kansas Sam, Ventnor, Francine, Karin, Anon., F. |
Poem finished: | 11th November 2003 by Anon.. |