Golden Years Here’s the Sign
You wake up in the morn and can't get up. Golden Years, they suck.|
First you open your eyes and try to decide what to move first.
One joint at a time and then a limb, or maybe, for me I'll
just go back to sleep again. But, it will be worse when I
wake up... So, do I fall out of bed to get up?
Golden Years, they suck.
Here's the G Sign
Sign! when most of your teeth are not your own and you’re looking
For your glasses to locate the Colgate paste, so you don't brush
Again with Preparation H.
Sign! You apply Absorbine Jr. liniment, to find out it's not your
Sign! You comb your wig that's at the foot of the poster-bed,
Before you put it on your head.
Sign! Doctor appointment. Not happening. Not today. Too sick to
Make it any way.
Sign! On your sixtieth birthday you turned seventy and
Wished you were twenty.
The Big G Sign!!! Now let me think...
Did I take my pills? Probably not so guess I will.
Guess I'll have a cup of coffee if I can find my C R S mug,
Which means 'Can't Remember S--t. Now, where did I put it?
God! Where does the time go? I know I'm not that slow. Won't
Waste timer with make-up, for when I get to where I want to
Roam, it's already time to go back home.
What’s your sign???
Now I've fallen again and can't get up!
Golden Years, they suck!
911 come do your stuff, cause I'm not ready
To give up.
© September 21 1997
By Ann Sullivan
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