Warranty (A Poem)

Every day seems to bring

A fresh new ache to my body.

There's also no denying

My eyesight is getting shoddy.

It doesn't matter how much I sleep

I always seem so tired.

I guess I'll need to start facing the truth.

My warranty is now expired.

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Fifty plus years of wear and tear

Are taking their toll.

I no longer need the weatherman

I can tell from my joints if it is going to rain or be cold.

My mind, I think

At least remains as sharp as a tack.

Though I will admit

I sometimes forget this or that.

Doctor appointments that were once just routine

Now fill me with dread.

Those annual test results tell an ugly picture.

Reminding me to be grateful I'm not yet dead.

It's just part of getting older,

I guess.

I no longer can expect to feel perfect.

I can only hope for something

A bit less than my best.

I'll continue to enjoy life as best as I can.

Accept that from here on out, things might be a little more tough

Because I've reached that age

Where my warranty has been torn up.

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Here are some of my other poems:

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Steven Helmer Publications