Is It Me? ? Poem by Charles Reginald Simpson

At 80 years old, I still feel in school,
and as each day passes, feel more like a fool.
To be told what to eat, and also what not.
To be a real person, I've almost forgot.
I must not wear this, I must not smoke that,
my favourite foods will just make me fat.
I really am tired of all this pretence.
I'd love to get back to good common sense.
Where doors are held open, and smiles are abound,
where 'Thank you' and 'Please' are easily found.
I long for the old days, where memories lay,
at least that's one thing they can't take away.
My friends have all left me, and gone to that place,
where I will soon follow and join in the race.
To reach that eternal bliss in the sky,
and look down on what was, as it rushes by.
So leave me a while, as I get undressed,
and once and for all I lay me to rest......