by Pam Harman
I'm not impressed with getting older,
It doesn't seem like a lot of fun,
Every joint seems to be seizing up,
And my feet won't let me run,
I don't hear as well as I used to,
My sight has never been good,
I'm still too slim, not curvy,
In spite of eating lots of pud!
I know now that
I'll never be rounded,
Although for many years I've tried,
To grow a bosom I could catch crumbs on.
But my wish has been denied.
I suppose that
I'm still quite bendy,
In spite of advancing years,
I'm able to push my head on my knees,
Without a hint of tears!
One of my greatest pleasures,
Is a long, long soak in the tub,
Up to my chin in bubbles,
and a bestseller from the book club.
I've always been impatient,
Some things never alter,
But now I want things yesterday,
Ask him indoors John Walter!
I guess I shouldn't grumble,
Things could be so much worse,
I could explode with
...and end up in a hearse !!