Middle Age Poem by Ima Ryma

Now, what was I going to say?
Could have sworn that was my password?
So did I take that pill today?
Calling at 9 p.m. - absurd?
Now where did I put that darn phone?
What did I come into here for?
Why has another gray hair shown?
I hardly moved, why am I sore?
So the twist do the kids still dance?
Why's my body falling apart?
The dryer must have shrunk these pants?
King's ransom in my grocery cart?

Some daily questions at my stage
Of life on reaching middle age.