Upkeep

My teeth are all false
And my eyes are shot.
My hearing is bad
I have gone to pot.

Arthritis has
Invaded each joint.
My fingers are bent
I can’t even point.

My hair’s become thin,
My body has not.
My walker’s become
The best friend I’ve got.

If I had just known
I’d reach ninety-three,
I would have taken
Better care of me!

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