I'm Still Ticking

These old bones of mine
Want to ache all the time.
My eyes are losing sight,
And my teeth no longer bite.
But I thank God
That I'm still ticking.

It hurts for me to walk,
And sometimes just to talk.
I've got Arthritis in my hand.
I'd rather sit than stand.
But I thank God
That I'm still ticking.

My hearing's not all there.
I wear "Depends" underwear.
My hair is mostly gray.
What's left of it anyway.
But I thank God
That I'm still ticking.

Sure, my clock's winding down.
My body's a total mess.
But until God calls me home.
I'll tick on with the rest.

Poetry written by Pattie Bess, 2009 page Design: By Bobette Bryan
Music: "Visions, original Composition, (c) 1991 by Andy Klapwyk"