GOLDEN YEARS by Wendy Williams

I think my get up and go

Has finally got up and left,

So have my hair and teeth

And I’m feeling a little bereft.

Now my memory is not so good,

When I’m here, should I be there,

Am I coming or going, now what did I want?

I’ll think of it later, I swear.

I take a pill to make me sleep

And another to keep me awake,

Pills for my heart and kidneys’

And pills so my bones won’t break.

I hobble cross-legged to the toilet,

So my bladder won’t start to leak,

I think I’ve shrunk six inches,

And if I walk ten steps I feel weak.

But I still feel great for the shape I’m in,

I’m not one to whinge and fret,

There’s still some life left in this old girl,

So don’t write me off just yet.

17/5/ 2011.