As I get older, looking at the reflection that is me
It is shocking how the years change you, which is clear to see
To look in the mirror at what you thought was you
and realise that your perception, is just not true.
That lustrous hair that adorned my head
is now just bits of scattered thread
From the nose constantly
grows hair like brooms for all to see.
On the side two ears that adorned my face
seem now to take up much more space
The outer covering that we know as skin
and which is meant to keep the organs in
Is now losing its elasticity
Stretched to its limits for all to see
The legs that I relied upon with their agility
Have slowed because of arthritic knee
With varicose veins like maps of streets
and bunions adorning both swelling feet
The medication prescribed, from the Doctors trip
You can’t get into as you have no grip
The only time of comfort is in bed prostrate
And for which most nights is never late.
There was a time when these ailments did not apply
Back when I was a healthy guy
Alzheimer’s, Dementia, Amnesia I’m expecting too
This is the future for me and for all of you.
Joe Bicknell
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