Poetry

Ageing

The time has come, 
I must admit, 
For bigger sweaters 
and knitting kits. 

For wigs or hair die, 
coffee or tea.
For losing your mind, 
your money, and keys. 

For 'In My Day,' 
and 'When I was a Lad', 
For having to buy,
the large print page. 

For politics, weather,
and gasoline prices. 
For being to old,
to use new devices. 

And by the time you realize, 
that, yes, it's true, 
You will be in heaven, 
reborn and renewed! ! !