My visual acuity
is not as good as it might be
My hearing too is failing fast
not half as good as in the past.
I fear I’m on the downward slope
but still I’m cheerful and I hope.
They’ll last me for a few years yet
although sometimes I forget
exactly just how old I am.
I do not give a tinkers damn.
I’m still alive I don’t complain.
Each day I wake up is a gain
another opportunity
To misbehave outrageously..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ivor! Enjoyable write! ! Every one in time slows down, eyes grow weak and ears loose sound, but you will live a century! Writing poems for all to see, making your own destiny! Thad *10*! ! !