Joys of Being Old
I wrote this poem years ago about my grandma who lived in a retirement home at the time. It was an asignment for creative writing class in college, (an attempt at a sonnet). It was meant to be humorous. My grandma at the time was in her 80's... she later proved my poem wrong, when she married her second husband at 87, and lived to be 94.

In the spirit of my birthday this past weekend... here are a few things I have to look forward to as I get older...

Joys of Being Old

Oh what a joy I get from being old
Playing dominoes 24 hours a day,
My bones ache and creak, and I’m always cold
And I don’t hear half of what people say.
My teeth are in a glass beside my bed
And my bladder has a mind of its own,
All of my friends are either sick or dead
And I’ve shrunk, while everyone else has grown.
My wrinkles so massive, starch can’t straighten
I am half-blind, and not allowed to drive,
Romance is gone, I’m too old for datin’
All considered, I’m just glad I’m alive.
Unlike wine, my memory gets worse with age,
And now they say I must live in a cage.  posted by Matildakay at 8:54 PM