I cannot deny that I ossify
From head to toe
As old age creeps on I find
Myself getting kind of slow.
Where hairs on my head that
Were gray have turned to snow
My beard has reached my belly
Button and continues to grow
And although I do my utmost
Not even to show. It seems
To take a lot longer when I have
to
For me to get up and go.
My hearing aid helps me
To hear what you have to say.
If you talk loud and long
enough
And it’s the right time of day.
My steps meander down the road
As I change from foot to foot
But I always stick to some
remembered route
Although it’s difficult for me
to remember
Where I have been or why.
They tell me I will be ninety
in a few days’ time
Apart from my hearing aid my
stick and my
Memory I am doing fine. Often
when I sit in the park
Watching the girls go by I
think of times of time of
Long ago before I became
ossified.
by Hillie Feldman August 1998
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