It finally seems I’ve reached that point
Where everything makes noise
Rebellion reigns in every joint
And that includes “my boyz”
I saw my wife there on the bed
She sure was looking hot
My little blue pill buddy said
“A miracle I’m not”
When I stand up there’s popping sounds
The older that I get
I’ve also gained some added pounds
Just breathing makes me sweat
I told my lovely wife today
Our neighbor says I’m sweet
She didn’t hesitate to say
“You’re way too fat to cheat”
I need a colonoscopy
That’s what the doctors say
Those always will embarrass me
My “gate” don’t swing that way
It’s all that prepping we must do
Yep, things get pretty gross
When nature calls, I’ll trample you
A bathroom must be close
Next week my prostate gets a test
This too I so despise
His giant finger does its best
To separate my eyes
I suffer such indignity
By doing things I’m told
I’m decades past maturity
“Officially, too old”
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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I'm laughing and crying at the same time....turning 70 in 3 days.