GROWING OLDER IS OK poem

Growing Older is OK

Not much energy
left these days when
I am
the caboose

with legs that once
danced and
pranced

now a slower trot
leads me to
the dinner table.

I keep trying to test
my mind
on checkers or
chess and

barely able to creep
up the stairwell.

Best of all is
making it
to the bathroom
on time

an achievement
worth writing about.

© 2009 Richard L. Provencher