I've really gotten older;
It's quite simple to see.
For sitting at the table;
My grand-kids stare at me.
There's no more hair upon my head;
But tons upon my chin.
And sleeping is the only thing;
That doesn't prove a test.
My feet no longer work as well;
Upon any level ground.
I often sway from side to side;
To stop me falling down.
I love to ramble on and on;
About things that were long past.
While those around sigh with relief;
When the story ends- at last!
But the surest way to know you're old;
Is when you try to think.
Instead of having awesome thoughts;
You tend to strain and stink.
But don't think that by being old
The whole world becomes bad
The one true trouble tends to be...
My relatives think I'm mad!