Old Age 2 Poem by Phil Soar

Memories that visit me now and again
Thoughts that live long in my lump of a brain
Targets I set myself falling away
Age has got hold and is slipping away

Visits to places I'd rather not go
Trickles that once had been a steady flow
Embarrassing noises that lead to distress
Leaving my underpants in such a mess

Nodding at strangers you see on the street
Redness and lumps on the soles of my feet
Gripping excursions to far away shores
Wishing perhaps I had settled indoors

Growing these hairs where they just shouldn't be
Rips in my trousers from scraping my knee
Erections at times that are clinically poor
Searching for things that I've lost on the floor

Visits to chemists to stock up on pills
Various treatments to placate my ills
Smiling no more, and aggressive extremes
Wetting my PJ's as I have ‘those' dreams

The days when I haven't the will to go on
And yet, always thrilled by the birds gorgeous song
It all makes for reasons to laughing out loud
The great observation, you're one of a crowd