Outlook On Age Poem by Phil Soar

The tainted hair hides grey
The extra-long nose hair has no purpose
The ears have hair like tumbleweed
And the noises and smells from each orifice embarrassing

The clicks and creaks from bones get louder every day
The words spoken, a mixture of anger and pain
More clothes worn than a arctic explorer
More leaks than a plumber sees in a day

Cut the hairs, reduce the noises
Oil the creaks and clicks with Cod liver oil
Choose words carefully and cheerfully
Plug the leaks


Strange how age changes your outlook