The Day I Shrank. Poem by dave lessard

I was always five foot nine,
from my days of youthful past;
I figured I'd remain the same,
that everything would last.
I was fine and in good health,
a shining, radiant being;
was there somethin up ahead,
my aging eyes weren't seeing?
I lost my teeth at first,
later on, my hearing;
I've got glasses (just to read) ,
my looks got less endearing.
I noticed aches and pains,
my body not so limber;
hair in funny places,
just where I don't remember.
Then came my annual wellness check,
my mood both foul and rank;
she said, 'Remove your shoes, '
and that's the day I shrank.