On Aging Gracefully Poem by Chris Embrick

I'm still adjusting to growing old
My hot flashes have been getting cold
Not the golden years I expected
My private parts oft go neglected
With every day the truth is clearer
That there's a stranger in the mirror
Choice years I filled with wishful bragging
Now tethered hope of youth is sagging
My bowels forget who's in control
I wake up with me arse a dragging
Me pee's but a trickle in the bowl
Excitement now's grocery bagging
Aging gracefully, I'm not consoled
I'm still adjusting to growing old.