Saturday, 10 May 2014

I can't look

I can't look too long in one singular spot
For I may find something that I had forgot 
A wrinkle a dark spot a blemish a mole 
Ugh time sure has taken it's toll
Things have all shifted 
To where they don't belong 
And other things I've lost them
They're just simply gone
My waist line for one
It vanished it did
Without a word where it was going 
adieu did not bid
Age gracefully young people have the nerve to say
Well I don't see them rushing to dye their hair gray
I once couldn't drink without showing ID
Now the kids at the bar are eighteen years younger than me
I shouldn't complain
I've done lots in my life
But if this gets much worse 
I'm going under the knife