Growing Old

Looking out the window,
While you're sitting in your chair,
You watch the leaves fall off the trees,
As children pass, you stare.

Walking on your zimaframe,
Your atheritus kicks in,
You're wobbly and shaking.
Thinner grows your skin.

As you picture a memory,
There's a twinkle in your eye,
You think of all your family
and silently you cry.

As you comb your hair,
It falls out into your hand.
A pain shoots from your foot to knee,
You can barely even stand.

Now you sit there thinking,
You hardly ever eat,
And most of the time, more often then not,
you drift into a deep, deep sleep.

There's no need to be sad.
You've had a wonderful life.
You were first a child, then a mother
And your favourite was becoming a wife.