As I hover in my hoveround
My feet no longer tread the ground -
So nice to have a moving seat
My little world is now complete;

Each day I take a little pill
To slow the urge of bladder fill,
And when it works as it intends
I have no need to wear depends;

You just don't know how good it feels
To have someone bring in your meals -
No longer do I stand and cook,
I microwave and read a book;

My TV volume's locked on high,
My new 'date' is the cable guy,
I click the channels from my chair -
My days pass by without a care;

The highlight of my life it seems
Are senior trips and pastlife dreams,
My doctor's visit makes my day,
And later on there's cards to play;

It's not so bad, this growing old -
Except my bones don't like the cold,
But I can cuddle in a quilt,
While youngsters work - I have no guilt;

When I was younger I worked hard
But now I'm old and I'm so tired -
And now I live my just reward -
I sit and click, but I'm not bored;

I've even had my knees replaced,
My teeth inside a jar encased,
My wig I keep beside my bed............

I may be old, but I'm not dead!



This one's for you, Greg!

Linda Ori

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-of-senility-ii/