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.