The Good Old Days

Another year has passed
And we are one year older.
Last summer felt much hotter,
This winter seems much colder.

I've racked my brain for happy thoughts,
To put down on my pad,
But lots of things which came to mind
Just made me rather sad.

There was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
The meaning of 'living in the past'.

We used to go to friends' homes,
To baseball games and lunches.
Now we go to our PCP for therapy
And after-funeral brunches.

We used to have hangovers
From parties fun and wild,
Now we suffer body aches,
And hope that they are mild.

We used to go out dining,
'Til our belly got more than its fill.
Now we ask for a doggie bag,
Come home, and take a pill.

We used to travel often
To places near and far.
Now we get backaches
Just riding in the car.

We used to go out shopping
For new clothing at the mall,
But now we don't even bother
'Cause all sizes are too small.

That, my friend, is how life is,
And now that my tale I've told.
I say: enjoy each day and live it up
Before you're too damn old.

~ Author Unknown ~