Not too many of us, look forward to
aging, there's still a lot, we'd like
to do. But when you get on in years,
time catches up, with you! The things
that were once so easy, now, take
longer than before. Your mind tells you
one thing, but your body holds you back,
even more. Gosh it seems so simple, but
these old bones have a mind, of their
own. Every time, I do too much, I ache
and pain and groan! Who ever gave it the
name of the Golden Years? I think they
were clear out of their mind. I sure have
to laugh, for it's anything but that, it's
just the opposite, I find! Most of us have
some health problems, a little bit here and
there. We used to love our crowning glory,
now, we're minus, some of that hair! But,
we still have to be grateful, for there's
always, somebody worse off than you! So as
long as we're still around and our minds are
pretty sound, why complain? Somehow, we're
bound to get through!

Audrey Heller

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-golden-years-6/