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I can’t stop it, as it grows heavier every day.
They say it starts at birth but it’s more and more obvious the older I get.
My bits don’t work as they used to, I need a pill for this and a pill for that,
I rattled of a morning, and I struggle to sleep at night
But there’s not a lot I can do to stop the thing progressing.
I once had a head of hair, and nowadays it’s more an endangered species,
They say, that with age I should acquire wisdom, so I wait for the dawn believing today might be the day.
I’m glad all my childlike ways are still close by me; they help me get through each and every day.
I still love to play, at least my mind says I do, my body seems to have a separate thought on that,
It’s odd that when I was growing up, I was told to keep my mind on the job, now its more about reminding my mind there’s a job to do and that sleep is not on option at any hour of the day.
So finding myself dozing off is becoming a norm, which is fine when there’s no one around to bother if I do.
I think aging can to cruel for some, it’s not always a matter of what we cannot do but more the loss of the will to think we ever could.
But knowing it’s just a matter of time, inevitable as the rising of the sun, I have to adjust and make the best of what I have today.
I can’t run marathons, win the belle of the ball, and beauty contests were never mine to win, as I age and look to each day as a day to be enjoyed knowing that despite the character flaws I have there is someone out there who sees and loves the man I am.