Instant Old!

                                                

Seems one day you're young, and in a hurry to grow up,

the next you're invisible, and infirm fills your cup.

You crank your hearing aid up to eleven,

because somewhere you heard that it's one louder than ten,

AND SO YOU CAN HEAR LIFE as it passes you by.

Hell, to even read this--need reading glasses for your eyes!

Just another reminder of the getting old s**t you face everyday.

A lifetime of wisdom to impart, but no one hears what you say.

I never imagined myself on the downhill side of the dividing line.

I'm now one of those ancients who b***h and whine,

a 'you kids, get off my lawn!' cranky old buzzard,

the senile old man who, driving by, flips you the bird.

I never noticed when officially I crossed over,

in the blink of an eye, it's gone so fast, in a blur.

One day you're struggling uphill, the next you're going down,

and believe me, not in a fun way--no, the only sound

you hear is the ticking of the clock, the only sight you'll see,

is more gray hair each day, for you and me!