The Old Ones Poem by Dorsey Baker

Never you thought
Would you
Become one of them
The old ones
That have lived
So many lives
the old ones
With that weather beaten look!
The old ones
They walk with a
A stiffer slower step
Give you good advice
Brag about the good old days
The old ones
The near sighted
Hindsighted ones
Suffering some kind of pain
Most of the time
Stiff legs
Stiff backs
Just stiff all over
Body showing you
All of the signs
You have now!
Become one of them