A Geezer's Gripings

I'm getting older, nature deems.

I'm coming apart at the seams.

The things that never hurt before

Now multiply, make more, and more.

My hair is thinning, or could it be

Just relocating here on me?

Down my back and out my ears

'Tis true! Oh horrid, horrid years!

My teeth were once all mine, oh, yes!

And stayed in place, in permanence!

And now, like stars, they're out at night

(And why do my pants fit oh so tight?)

But still we soldier bravely on

And moan and groan with each new dawn.

For it's a good thing that we see

The grass from the side that still is green!

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