Growing old
Is not a young man’s game

Though I’ve made it this far

Hair in places
Where it never use to be

Though I can always shave it

Less hair in places
Where it should be

Though I can always spray it on

Pill containers that read
M T W TH F ST SUN

Though I still forget which day it is

My son beat me
In a wrestling match

Though I was proud and sad that day

Squinting to read
The menu board at Wendy’s

Though I shouldn’t be eating sodium enriched food

Yelling at kids
Who drive like mad-men

Though I am starting to hear a few angry horns towards me

Growing old
Is a real pain in the butt

Though there are worse things I suppose