Growing old.

Feeling old.

Nothing works the way it should.

Used to say, “I’m feeling fine.”

Now I answer, “Not so good.”

Aching bones.

Burning feet.

Falling hair and failing sight.

Seven pills to start the day,

Three more every night.

Forgetting things.

Regretting things.

Growing old’s no fun.

The only consolation is

I’m not the only one.