Aging

Isn't it funny,
isn't it strange,
what happens to people
as they all age.

For myself I have noticed
that on the inside
my character's better
and so is my mind.

I love to read books,
learn new ideas.
I've taken up hobbies
in my late years.

But my eyesight is failing,
my hearing is weak,
which is sad as it's now
that my need of them's peaked.

To look on the bright side
I suppose it's a blessing,
for I don't see my wrinkles
when I am dressing.

As for the housework,
dusting and mopping.
I can't see the dirt
So I just go out shopping!

poem by Ruth Walters
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