That Old Ugly Monster Poem by Dorsey Baker

He has come
That old monster
He has come armed
With all his weapons
You forgot to tie your
Shoes up this morning

Feel that pain
In your hip Your leg
Your steps slower
When you climb the stairs
You take all them pills
On the nightstand
By your bed

Wrinkles
They have begun to
Cover your face
White has begun to
Creep into your hair
The sparkle in your eyes
Seems to be slowly
Slipping away

That old monster has
Finally caught up with you
And you can't stop him
From putting his hands on you!