POETRY CORNER: AGING

By Charles Vickrey,

Jackson

When I look in the mirror, it's easy to see

the kids I was, sure isn't me!

I'm getting some older, I can tell each day

from my hurting feet to my hair of gray.

If I act too young and nimble today

It's the heating pad tomorrow and maybe Ben-Gay.

If I try to decide: tennis or golf

The easier game wins right off!

When it comes to food, I eat just as much

But my old belt don't even touch.

But to tell you the truth, it don't worry me none

'Cause some of my friends are already gone!