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Yes I'm Getting Older


Yes, I'm getting older And time is wearing on My back is not as sturdy My knees are almost gone I huff and puff while working And gag, and cough, and wheeze I try to pay attention But then my thoughts just freeze I groan with each exertion Time's shrinking my biceps A ladder's out of question: I stumble up the steps A cap, a crown, a filling: My dentist's latest ploy To dip into my savings And wreck things I enjoy I'm taking medication For dryness in my eye And three more red and blue ones, I can't remember why I stay close to the bathroom And always keep a pair Of undies in the glovebox And fixin's for my hair I say, 'Do you remember?" My kids just roll their eyes, I'd kick them in the bottom, My foot won't go that high! I work between my naptimes And get a few things done Like running to the doctor Or watching my grandson I turn up the TV, Til' my neighbor pounds the wall, But the ringing in my ears Means I cannot hear at all My kids are getting anxious; Last will and testament I've told them not to worry They'd cry at what I've spent I'll be here a bit longer To savor a few days: The glory of the mornings And sunset's golden rays Yes, I'm getting older And time is wearing on I'll soon be going higher When from this place I'm gone! by David C Rogers
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upnorthdavid

David grew up in Mexico. He brings a unique perspective to life in rural Michigan. Most of his poems are written spontaneously, as things catch his attention or humor him. Some of his pieces are lighthearted while others broach deeper subjects. Coffee, DIY projects, and writing are his passion. Most his poems are structured, but he does enjoy writing free verse writing from time to time.

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