Poet’s Corner: When You Get Old

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When You Get Old
by Greg Zemlansky

You get winded by playing a game
of checkers.
You need glasses to find your
reading glasses.
A fortune-teller wants to read
your face.
You have too much room in the
house and not enough medicine
chest space.

You sit in a rocking chair and
get going nowhere.
You sink your teeth into a steak
and they stay there.
You and your teeth don’t sleep
together.
You finally get it all together
but you can’t remember.

Everything hurts and what doesn’t
hurt, doesn’t pee.
Your little black book contains
only names ending in MD.
What use to be your sex appeal
is now a water spout.
Getting ‘old’ is nothing to shout
about!

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