ON AGE 82 (Poem)

I do not text
And do not tweet.
I’m 82 years old
Feeling kind of beat.


Things supposed to run, don’t
Things supposed to stop running, won’t.
I’m 82 years old
And can't remember when to vote.

I don’t know the month or day.
A touch of Alzheimer’s is what they say.
I’m 82 years old,
And I'll eat some of that, if I may.

But every morning when I awake
I wonder what kind of day I’ll make?
I’m 82 years old
And feel life’s a large “piece of cake.”

Every day I have lots of fun,
Like finishing this poem I’ve begun.
I’m 82 years old
And thinking of the day just won.

September 20, 2013
Bruce R. Doe