Growing old is no fun.  Others may disagree and that’s fine.

I  lived life, busy with my plans for the future.  Big plans ahead, there will always be a tomorrow.

One day,  I have difficulty getting up, the next day I can’t.  I have fallen and I can’t get up.

I ponder, how do I get up? Dim memories and fleeting strength thwart my efforts.

Berated, surrounded by laughter and pity few offer a helping hand.

In growing old, I accept limitations as well as the knowledge of possibly no tomorrow.