Twilight Years . . .

Twilight, twilight years.
oh, Dear Lord you know my fears
please forgive vanities tears
in these twilight years. . .

Brunette hair turning gray,
getting thinner every day
even with all the goop and spray
it goes its own crazy, wild way.

In these twilight years . . .

Arms that once were firm and thin,
now have flabby, wiggly skin
a face once with a velvety grin
now has a hairy upper lip and chin.

In these twilight years. . .

Eyesight going faint and dim,
cataracts make things look too grim
can no longer see the baskets rim
when I go to the old folk's gym.

In these twilight years . . .

Oh Lord, please give me the grace,
to accept the changes I must face
time is now on its final race
I don't know how to beat its pace.

In these twilight years. . .

Hearing is no longer at its peak,
everything sounds a little weak.
I shout and yell when I speak,
makes me look like a shrieking geek.

In these twilight years . . .

Forgetting my children's name,
they make fun of me like it's a game
but the truth is I feel so lame
they don't even look the same.

In these twilight years . . .

There's plenty more to my tale,
but, I choose not to tell
except, I also lost my sense of smell
and my feet and ankles sometimes swell
but, then I don't want to dwell.

On these twilight years. . .