by Charles Ray

Created on: July 20, 2009

Bent back and liver-spotted hands,

A shuffling, painful gait.

The loss of memory, hearing,

And sight, take away from life.

Don't laugh or scoff, or

Show impatience with those

Who suffer from this fate.

One day, you'll look in the mirror

with horror and surprise.

For looking reflecting from

The glass will be an old man,

Gazing with bleary eyes.

Old age is rough they say,

At least I have been told.

But, I''ll take aging any day

To the alternative of being old.

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