855 Rhymes for the Geriatric 8-16-19

Wet Dreams are gone.
Marathons are run.
What’s left but a stroll
in the evening sun?

Weight plates
hang on racks.
I got to take care
of my crumbling back.

Pace maker’s tickin’
Pulse rates low
Hearing aids workin’
Memory… well, you know…

For from the womb to the tomb
We’re dyin’
So as I age
I’ll just keep tryin’.

Everything’s eatable
Cause The End’s inevitable.

But there’s a trick
For the Geriatric:

Keep lookin’ ahead
Until you’re dead.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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