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.