He started drinking more whiskey shots.
When he began getting old age spots.
He couldn't stop staring at the brown speckles.
He called them his old age freckles.
He couldn't do nothing but laugh.
And hope that his old age anxiety would soon pass.
Oh! what a wonderful poem. Amusing one and interesting to read. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drinking whiskey masks the feelings..good idea