DECREPIT--ABAB poem

This is another ABAB poem since for some strange reason the other poem I set for this day already posted early.

DECREPIT

Getting old is not for the weak

Your muscles once were made of brawn

You've long past hit your body's peak

Now you look like a mushy prawn

You've got aches you never found

In places that were once pain free

You struggle just to lose a pound

You rise three times at night to pee.

There must be a seemly reason

After we have gone to pot

To carry on in this late season

You might have found it, I have not.

Although there are grand babies fair
The rest'rant discounts can be tempting
And traveling as a matched pair
While other youngsters pre-empting

Bucket lists have time for growing
Time for wisdom, being bold
Time to watch those sunsets glowing
Maybe I'm not quite so old.

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy