Are You Getting Old? Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Your getting old, when you have two choices to go out, in front of you
The decision is made by, which one will get you home earlier,
from what you do.

Your getting old, when you give work twenty minutes of your best,
and it takes four hours, for you to rest.

Your getting old, when you don't care if your wife goes out at night,
without her phone, as long as you can stay home alone.

Your getting old, and lucky, when you talk for days,
about finding a parking spot, for your car,
and you didn't have to walk to far.

Your getting old, when you know the directions, by heart,
to your rocking chair, and still can't get it started.

As we get elderly, people young people look at us,
as they would a lava lamp, they say you look good, but thinking,
not very bright.

When we age, it's sometimes harder to understand, what others say,
an elderly man, asked a clerk in a store for deodorant,
she replied, the ball type, the man smiled and said,
ah, the good old days, I need it now, for under my arms.

Statistics say, at the age of seventy, there are five women,
for every man, what an age to give men those odds, for a plan.
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When you start thinking, dark socks, look good with sandals.

When your age goes up, and everything else, falls down.

When stop doing drugs, because you get the same effect, standing up fast.

When your only exercise is, jogging your memory, or pushing your luck.

When your age matches, your pants size.

When you give up beer, and keep the belly.

when sex and Friday the thirteenth, occur, at about the same frequency.


Tom Maxwell copyright 12/07/2018 A.D.