Tag: Age

Ouch, that hurt.

What’s that you say?

Getting over the hill,

going to need some kind of pill,

to keep the aches,

and pains at bay.

Pish posh, I say.

I feel eighteen, in a way.

Well.

My mind is young.

At least.

Even if my body, isn’t.

Ouch.

Crack, my bones,

like an egg.

There’s that pain again.

Wait, it’s on the other side as well.

Oh hell.

Creak.

Crack.

Like an old well-worn door.

Or an old squeaky floor.

Turning 40 today.

Can you believe it?

In honor of my birthday I thought I would crank out a Jimmy Buffett song.  This one seems to fit the day.

Growing Older But Not Up