Signs of Old Age
Fitted for my first pair of bifocalsthey make me see blurry
I was told give it some time
you'll adjust, don't worry
I sigh as I carry groceries
up our thirteen stairs
The grays are taken over
and I refuse to pull out hairs
The veins in my hands
I never saw before
Skin always feels dry
and my back often feels sore
I must write things down
or else I may forget
I remember too much fluff
and I often feel regret
In some ways it was easier
being young and full of steam
but now I sit with my feet up
sip my coffee and dream...
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