This morning is the worst
I woke up to a mind that doesn't seem to work
As I glance in the mirror
I've age twenty years
The black in my hair and beard
Have disappeared
My ears that were once youthful and healthy
Sag like a purse hanging from a woman's shoulder
And now it feels like I have no teeth
There floats a pair
In a glass full of some sort of solution
Smiling at me
This is to much for an old man
Last night I went to bed with tight skin
Only to awake this morning
With it hanging from every end
Yesterday I was twenty five
Today the wrinkles in my face
Suggest I'm pushing fifty five
Where did the years go
I play my head like drums
Trying to force the confusion out of me
How did I become such and old man
Without there being any memories to remind me