Forty-Three Poem by Jim Milks

I turned forty-three today
Time to put my childhood away
My eyes are weak,
My bones creak and my knees ache
And all this happened just this week

I turned forty-three today
Older then my grandfather
But not, nearly as old as my father
I think I need a toupee

My hair has fallen out
And what left is grey
I turned forty-three today
My belly has gotten round
And threatens to hit the ground

© JPM 2/2/09

Technically I do not turn 43 for 5 more days but hey you write when the inspiration hits