Getting Older

Getting Older

By R.e. Taylor

I do not like it at all

Things are changing

And I am not who I used to be

Parts of me are missing

Other parts just don't work

And still others have changed colours

I miss the person I used to be

And all of the things I used to do

But, I have lived a long life

I guess all that I have become

Well, that could be a reward

Or maybe it could be a punishment

That all depends on the next 50 years

And what that me will be like