Getting Older

Poem By Pat Royce

Fat willies get thinner
Thin tummies get fatter
Your skin wrinkles
You get soft winkles
Boobs sag
Bums flop
Your joules drop
Gooseneck
You loose your hair
Going grey
What took an hour
Takes a day
You know more
But do less
Your body’s a mess
Guess what
What
I won’t give in to it
So long as I can keep my wit.

Comments about Getting Older

your wit sounds well intact...got your priorities in order too....enjoyed your poem....Vallerie
Amen to that and fat Willies.
Life is a wonderful thing... when one can grow gracefully into the spiritual knowledge of... know thy self, and find contentment.


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