“Getting Old” by James G. Piatt


I'm getting old as dust
I'm cranky and I'm tired
My hair is gray and falling out
I have fallen arches and my
Wrinkles have wrinkles
My teeth are just fine
You can view them in a
Glass by my bed
I eat more pills than food
I wear trifocals and a
Hot pad on my butt
I watch retro TV
And my idea of being groovy
Is listening to old records of
Como, Sinatra, and the Beach Boys
My idea of dancing with the
Stars is watching old movies
With Astair and Rogers
However, I don't complain
Because I am told
That the other place
I can
Go is hot as hell