Old Age Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

--OLD AGE--

I woke up on this
Wintry morning
And found that overnight
And without warning

My joints have frozen,
They just won't bend.
There are aches and pains
That just won't mend.

My mind has lapsed
Into a forgetful state.
What's the day?
Can you tell me the date?

The muscles have sagged
And wrinkles appear.
What's happening now?
I'm beginning to fear!

My hair got gray,
Since I looked last time.
Oh Boy! Old age,
It should be a crime!

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
9-21-05