AGING

Seen...unequal measures of length and depth;

Skateboards racing against the canes.

Journey taken along a dead-end track...

With Geritol running throughout the veins.

A suppository helps you now to void...

You sit and sit, but still can’t go.

They tell you that your mind is slow...

They are still young, what do they know?

Pills in a box for each day of the week...

There’re pink ones, yellow ones, white ones and blue;

Swallow them all with tongue in cheek…

And don’t forget your shot for the flu.

Your bra has left a dent in your shoulder

And your girdle caused you to sweat;

A cup to hold your upper and lower,

And hoping tonight your bed you won’t wet.

Men have a shine where once there was hair

And all lost their ding-dong to please their old mare.

Aging is good for those under twenty…

But for the rest of us... it’s trouble-a-plenty.