‘Pon my spine, pressure of gravity,
On brain's grey cells that of levity,
And my age shows its age,
Ear and nose hair as rage,
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Wonder what'll happen past my eighty! , Anxiety!
A real concern about the future when you will be of eighty. Nicely done and enjoyable write. Thanks.
Anxiety is inevitable when powers of body dwindles and our five senses become less active.Your small poem sums it up.