Senior Citizens - Poem by B.J. Ayers
Just what is a senior citizen one may ask?
If you have to ask, then you know you're young,
Let me explain just what I mean,
It's when your retire and finish your task
It is when you think you can continue to do,
The things you did when you were young,
Yet when you try your body cries,
The mind is killing us, both me and you.
Wrinkles appear where they were not before,
Your mirror talks back, in a frightening way,
Your teeth fall out and your chin drops down,
Your sex life once good, but not anymore
Your chest drops and your stomach falls,
The first page you read in the paper each day,
The obituary page, to see if you are there,
You want to say something, then your mind stalls,
Your money is limited, if you have any at all,
A nap is required, to make it through the day,
Your children are grown, and on their on,
You are now short, when you once were tall,
You once had muscles, but not anymore,
But life is good, or that's what they say,
Your friends are falling as fast as flies,
You walk with ease but fall to the floor.
Your mind is good, or so you think,
You remember things and then you don't,
You call your friends and then forget why,
Toothpaste is gone, just clean in the sink.
The Golden years, for hers and his,
Look forward to it, your time will come,
A time of joy, it is what they say,
It awaits you too, that's what a Senior is
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