Things on me are changing
My parts are rearranging
These changes are incessant
I guess I’m acquiescent
My belly, it is growing
I’m not sure where it’s going
My belt size not withstanding
It seems to be expanding
My skin is getting wrinkly
Rugged, jagged, crinkly
More age spots are appearing
I don’t find them endearing
My ears are getting hairy
It’s really kind of scary
I trim them with a shearer
While looking in the mirror
My hair is getting grayer
I won’t be a naysayer
They say it adds some mettle
With that I’ll have to settle
My nails are growing thicker
Perhaps it’s all the liquor
I trim them very often
They just don’t seem to soften
My joints are getting tender
My back, the worst offender
My knees, sometimes a bother
I get that from my father
My sight is getting hazy
My eyes are getting lazy
I’m not in any hurry
For my vision to be blurry
But though there’s changes changing
And parts are rearranging
I don’t think I’m declining
It’s more like I’m refining!
The Brown Road Chronicles 