Maturity

Now I’m mature I can sense in my heart
That it happened too late and I’m falling apart.
It’s not just attention I’m tending to lack,
But my abs are less tight and my biceps are slack.
My hair, once a forest, now looks like a moor,
I was once eagle-eyed , but my eyesight’s now poor.
My hearing’s all right on the second repeat,
And I’d rather not mention the state of my feet.
I was only just telling a friend, by the way,……
Damn! I’ve totally lost what I wanted to say!

August 2008