The Old Lady Poem by Dorsey Baker

Old age
the golden years
a wheel chair
stands by the bed
she suffers
pain silently
but her bones
they hurt so bad!
she gets real lonely
late at night
she cannot see
as clearly now
and her hearing
is almost gone
her taste buds
are slowing down
but they are
still alive!
she still enjoys!
pizza
every once in
a while
her grandchildren
come to visit
every now and then
and like everything else
in her life
she welcomes Father Time
with a few tears
and a cynical smile