Getting Old Poem by Robert Melliard

It's hard to say exactly when it starts.

Apart from obvious grey hair,
it may be when you hardly bend enough
to cut your thickening toenails,
or simply to pick up a fallen coin.

Or perhaps it's when your sight is blurred
even though you're wearing glasses,
or when you notice bumps and blotches
on you quickly drying skin.

It's sad to think such symptoms
will gradually get worse,
until you're gaunt and feeble
and ready for the hearse.