I think I Still Got It (Sort Of)
lol at my age who cares 🤷🏼♂️
I think I Still Got It (Sort Of)
My knees now creak like haunted doors,
I grunt just bending down for drawers.
I sneeze and it’s a gamble, friend.
Might leak a bit, depends the bend.
My specs are perched on top my head,
I’ve searched all day for them instead.
I snore like thunder in my chair,
Then blame the cat and act all fair.
My hair’s gone rogue, no shade to dye
It does its own thing, don’t ask why.
My bingo wings could fly a kite,
I trip on air but claim I’m spry (yeah, right)
I flirt with Greg at number nine,
He winks, then asks if I need wine?
I might forget where I have been,
But never who last brought the gin.
So pour a glass and sit with me,
We’ll toast to hips and memory
I’ve earned these laughs, these aches, this chin
And darling — I’m still on a win.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (8)
I’m feeling the aging
Love it great poem and rhyme reading you feels like being in the movie or a dream from life you have got it and it's so natural out of You 🌸
We will all feel this way one day as each day we do all grow older and odd things happen. Good job.
Really appreciative......
Very good, I like this part: "I’m still on a win."
Feeling the old age sneaking too. We are living. That's a gift. A fabulous poem.
This poem really captures the quirks that come with age. I can relate to the whole "searching for my glasses on my head" thing. And those bingo wings? Yeah, I've got something similar. It's funny how we try to act all spry even when we trip over nothing. Do you think we should embrace these little oddities more, or keep trying to fight them? Also, that line about flirting is pretty amusing. What kind of reactions do you think it gets?
Yes, you're definitely still on a win! I'll have a glass with you 🍷