Late in Life

I’m late in life, many years have passed.

A flight of stairs can leave me gassed.

My skin is wrinkled, my beard quite gray,

Sometimes my legs just won’t obey. 

 

I greet each morn with grunts and groans,

With aching muscles and creaking bones.

I pause a moment to check my heart,

Then a second more before I start.

 

I’m standing now, I think I’m straight,

So far, my day is going great.

Now my pills, to start my day,

It’s quite a list I have to say.

 

A yogurt and a cup of joe,

I wish I had a place to go.

Turn on the tube, watch Price is Right,

Whatever will I do tonight. 

 

Ken Ferguson

Artista de Parole