LUCK

The lucky ones get old
Or so I’ve been told

Skin paper thin
Triple double chin!

Traipsing all around
In drapes like a gown

Shuffling in slippers
Everyone hears my whispers!

Thoughts left half finished
Why am I holding spinach?

Eating 10 cent cat food
Ketchup makes it taste good

My show of the week
Is a deep REM sleep

In bed, wide awake
Think of yet another mistake

It’s getting hard to see
What? Again I have to pee?

The creaking from every joint
Merely emphasizes my point.

The lucky ones get old
Or so I’ve been told!

 

By cindy
04/19/2017