With Age

Here’s a little poem I wrote, you might want to read it line by line…

“The immobile old man
The frustration builds up
My legs are filled with pain
I go to bed every night, what a strain

I can’t be on my feet
So I just go to sleep
I’ve got problems with my back
My grandson shouldn’t have stepped on that crack

Life is fun when you age
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in a cage

But all is well for my family has come
I can escape this prison that my life has become
And my grandson’s here, oh lord he’s near!
I hope he doesn’t drink all of my beer”