Getting Older Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

My hair has now turned silver
My joints are giving grief
My memories are unstable
But I still have my teeth
This idea of getting older
Is not such fun it seems
I'm trying to be bolder
Not going to extremes
I bought a little scooter
For driving round about
I just need someone to help me
To get the darn thing out
But when I'm sitting on it
The freedom is so great
I'm not yet doing wheelies
Just trying to keep straight
The thing that gives me pleasure
In this new world I am in
Is watching all the people
As they go wandering
Some look where they are going
Others keep their eyes down low
Attention on their mobile phones
To tell them where to go
It's fun to see them walking
Knowing they can't see their way
And waiting for their bumps and halts
That will certainly cause affray
This mild a simple past time
I'm sure I can share with you
It's not that I am lonely
Or even feeling blue
Just a way to make things better
To pass the day along
I guess it's my way of thinking
Keeping my interest strong
They say that you should always
Keep your mind active and bright
Well that's what I am doing
Every day a new delight.