As We Get Old

A poem about aging.

Image by Leroy Skalstad from Pixabay

You know you’re getting old when you go to more funerals than you do weddings.

— Jimmy Dean

Open your heart, open your mind,
as I rewind the hands of time,
and take you back to the good old days,
before my heart wandered astray,
before the world corrupted me,
I was actually quite happy,
long before I started to run wild,
I was simply just an innocent…