Return to Senior and adult poems list, adult like themes  Return to home page   

Book 20 Page 41

I’m growing old

I’m getting old,

my bits are falling off.

And when I get up in the morning

the first thing I do is ‘cough.’

My brain ain’t what it use to be,

it’s slowing down at a rapid pace.

And right in front of me my bodies growing old,

and up and going to waste.

I’ve had a pace maker fitted,

I had trouble with me heart.

I’m telling you! “as I get older,

I’m loosing all me parts.”

But I can still love and I can still breath,

and I still have my ‘imagination.’

And I can still care for others,

if this is any constellation!

So don’t burry me yet

if you see me slouched on my couch.

I am after all going on ninety,

I am what the young fellers say these days,

“‘still going strong and not out.”

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au Created on 5/6/00