My body is getting older,
And my knees are getting weak,
Every time I climb the stairs,
Something else starts to creak…

 
I climb up the stairs 
And stop in the middle,
Why am I going upstairs to the bathroom,
When we’ve got one downstairs to piddle…

 
I open up the refrigerator,
Is it to eat or to drink,
I close the door and then decide,
I always have to stop and think…

 
I walk out the door,
Without any coat,
Is it spring, summer, winter or fall,
I forgot to leave myself a note…

 
Notes as reminders,
Are stuck on the doors,
All over the refrigerator,
And piled on the floors…

 
My wife says I have selective hearing,
My left ear is really bad,
It’s not because I choose what to hear,
When she has to repeat; she gets mad…

 
The other day I went to the store,
And forgot what I wanted to buy,
So I drove home for my list,
‘cause on my mind I can’t rely…

 
Now if I can only figure out,
Why I wrote this poem,
Oh gee, I’m lost again,
Which way is home???

 
Bobemakk@optonline.net

3/28/05 ©2005