Sunday, July 14, 2013

OLD AGE


Growing old 

A little poem, so true that it hurts.
Another year passed, we’re all a year older.
Last summer felt much hotter,
And now winter seems much colder.

There was a time not long ago,
When life was quite a blast.
And now I understand,
About living in the past.


We used to go to weddings,
Football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes,
And after-funeral brunches.

We used to have hangovers,
From parties that were crazy.
Now we suffer body aches,
We’re sleepy and we’re lazy.

We used to go out dining,
And couldn’t get our fill.
Now we ask for a doggie bag,
And go home and take a pill.

We used to often travel,
To places near and far.
Now we get sore asses,
Just riding in the car.

We used to go to nightclubs,
And drink a lot of booze.
Now we stay home at night,
And watch the evening news.

That, my friends, is how life is,
And now my tale is told.
So enjoy every day, and live it up,
Before you turn to mold.

by Anonymous


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