I must be getting old.

When in our teens everything is great
at 100%, your guess is good as mines we
are working over time , I have heard old
age is golden, sometimes I wonder as I
crawl out of bed , my ears are in a draw
and my teeth are in a cup and my eyes is
on a table, when I was younger I weight
a few pounds lighter, now that am older,
I let my body to breath, I wear elastic free,
clothes all the time, in time my hair will grow grey
and a lot less, would need glasses to read
as the prints get much smaller to read,
my friend don’t about worry getting old
I am getting old , along side u, with dignity