Age
The older we get the shorter the days
And we become set in so many ways
Our memory fades and does strange things
We become obsessed with the smallest of things
We meet old friends and forget who they are
And we’re forever losing the keys for the car
Just how many times does this occur
When we arrive at a place and think why am I here
We then start to think of how much we forget
Then start to worry and perhaps even fret
But it seems a condition that happens to most
As we get older and move past the post
We can only hope it won’t get worse
So we will depend on the help of a nurse
But if a nursing home is the last place for me
I hope I will remember if I’ve had my tea.