OH TO BE OLD !!!

When we grow old, the body so weak becomes; suddenly hurts  everything.

Mobility becomes a problem major n wish we, someone for us things could bring.

One cannot easily wear his clothes, button them or tie shoe strings.

A good singer in youth, now almost croaks or notes low, hardly sings.

Memory foresakes him; oh my !! Each time he forgets something.

Oh My God he mournfully says; "what did I just ask you to bring" ?

More money he spends at the doctor n on medicines he has to cling !!!

Food there may be plenty; but forbidden he is, to eat most of the things.

If eats he what he likes, complications arise; his favourite he can't home bring.

Armin Dutia Motashaw