Ageing pt. 2.

By Natalie Hudson 

I look in the mirror

Is that a grey hair?

Oh no, it's a white one

Not much difference there

And wrinkles, a few now

Not deep, but a trace

Of time and experience

Etched on my face

It's getting much harder

To keep off the weight

So I have to be conscious

Of what's on my plate

I get out of bed 

Each day when I wake 

And all of my joints 

And my back start to ache

My bladder is not

What it used to be

I have to be quicker

When I need to wee

I can't drink as much 

As I guzzled before

The hangover lasts 

And my head hurts much more

But I feel more at ease

With the thoughts in my mind 

My morals, my ethics

I've not left behind 

So bring on the ageing 

Let's embrace the change

It's happening anyway

It's nothing too strange

 

Copyright Natalie Hudson