Growing Old

I'm growing old.
It's plain to see.
I lack the spark,
The get-up-and-go,
I lack the energy.

I'm growing old.
My hair's getting gray.
My mouth's filled with false teeth,
And I wrinkle more each day.

I'm growing old.
I find it hard to move.
I used to dance all night long.
Now I can't get in the grove.

I'm growing old.
How can such a thing be?
I exercised and ate healthy foods.
I took good care of me.

But time waits for no one.
Old age just has to come.
I'm no longer young, you see,
My life is almost done.

But there is one thing about growing old
That fills my heart with glee.
I'm not growing old alone
Because you are growing old with me.

Poetry written by Pattie Bess, 2009
Music: "Clouds Roll By, (c) 2007 by Bruce De boer.
Used with permission."