Mister Tumbleweed Poem by Dorsey Baker

Dropped his bottle
By his easy chair
It has in it the pills
For all the conditions
He is suffering from
He ain't fast enough
To stop himself from falling
Sound, asleep!

The clock alarm goes off
The door bell rings
But his ears
They don't hear
Quite as good as they used to!
His eyes have become
Cloudy too
Hard to see the small print
When they give him
Documents to sign!

Mister tumbleweed is
Going through the change
And it's a difficult process!