The Senior Years

Tissues and holy socks.

Stories filled with hard knocks.

Broken synapses, memory blocks.

Whom did what with my keys?

We can’t do as we please.

I gotta check first with my knees.

Then my lower back and

A hip I cracked on

A damn door knob

Now, holy God…

Everything hurts and my

Life force spurts in

Fits and fumbles, regular tumbles.

Time ain’t passing me by!