Whoever
had said grow old graciously
I'm
thinking had lived a very short life
'cause
somewhere between forty and fifty
the
spine starts to give away and joints ache
muscles
start to atrophy, feeling week
a
time one's susceptible to shingles
loses
hair how can one do this with grace
My
personal journey of growing old
is
trepidating and aggravating
and
being on tons of medication
have
the memory of a leaky sieve
afraid
of falling and breaking a hip
in
reality I'm not immortal
which
I thought I was when I was a kid
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Lannet
Sonnet
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