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