Growing Old Poem by Donna Saphier

I'm slowly getting older
I'm just falling apart
Every time I take a step
I also do a fart

I cannot see so clear no more
My eyesight, it is shocking
I also need a walking stick
Because my knees are knocking

My teeth are in the bathroom
Soaking in a cup
I know I've not got long now
Before my time is up

I also have some tweezers
To pull hair from my nose
I've now got hairy fingers
And also hairy toes

I don't always use a walking stick
I mostly hobble around
I still go to the shops
I am not yet house-bound

They say you should age gracefully
But not before your time
I think I'm coping pretty well
With this body of mine

I've got road maps on my feet
And dark veins down my legs
What use to be my breast
Are now like two fried eggs

My face rests on my chest
And my chest rests on my knees
Gravity is dragging me
Can someone help me please

Now that I am older
And I look back where I've been
I'm surprised that I'm still standing
All the things that I have seen

I'm feeling pretty tired now
It's time for me to rest
I really need my beauty sleep
So I can always look my best.