“Random Thoughts on Vanity, Sanity and Aging ”  

                        I look in the mirror for the tenth time today

                        Trying to get a handle on what I’m seeing

                        Am I watching my vanity slip away?

                        My comb over barely works, soon I'll need a spray!

                        The mirror stares back, with me thinking, what's next, maybe a toupee!

                        Oh dear, am I watching my hairline fade away!

                        Movie, dinner and dancing a fun way to end the day

                        Don’t know where my rhythm went, like my butt, it's gone away!

                        As I wonder how that happened? both left feet on full display!

                        My belt is so high, I can hardly breath, I look in the mirror and say

                        My arms are so short I can hardly read, such tiny words to my dismay!

                        No book just now, just blurred words, I'll try reading another day.

                        Have I had loss of hearing? a loss of hearing? what's that you say?

                        I think back, my hearing's intact, yes, it seems okay, what's that you say?

                        Repeating myself? I don't know, hearing going away? what's that you say?

                        My body slows, my mind refuses, as memory and muscle fade away

                        Try yoga? Why Yoga? Yoga, was a fine player! from my younger days.

                        I don't know, I think so, am I watching my sanity slip away?

                        I just had a moment, they've all seemed senior, for so many days

                        I laughed, coughed and sneezed at the same time, the fart!...

                        Just an extra something, to hear my dignity blow away!

                        It's hard to get up, but, I wake up hard, each and everyday    

                        Age doesn't get me down, but I get up hard, in oh so many ways

                        Why was it so hard? smiling and reliving, my dreams now just replayed

                        My body was my temple, but lays in ruin, all these many days

                         Color of legs and hair in the mirror shining and quite blinding

                        Makes it hard for me to see, has my vanity is slipped away

                        Walking with my sweetheart, but, alas, to my dismay

                        Who knew hair dye, would run in the rain?

                        Watching my vanity drip away!

                        The new 50 is now 70, I think, I heard some people say,

                        I think that's right? I'm not sure? And oh, by the way,

                        Am I watching, or just feeling, my vanity & sanity slip away!          

                        Getting older? Who's getting older? My longevity on full display!

                        Getting older is so tiring & quite trying, my secret to long life, is not dying

                        I don't know, but I think so, is that real? or just wordplay?