Sneaky Old Age Poem by Dorsey Baker

It's crawling
It's creeping never sleeping
Always moving closer
Making its move

Slipping into your window
Sliding under the door
Watching you
When you look in the mirror

It keeps coming!
Tailing you
Blood hound on the run
You ain't got a, chance
Standing behind that shadow

Following you
Never losing
Sight of you
Knows exactly
Where to find you
It'll handcuff you
With chains upon
Your feet
You won't escape
It's on your mind
And it's in your thoughts