What Time Is It?

Wait a minute, what the heck?
(My kids are in their thirties)
I go to a calendar and check;
It's hard to see straight when
my eyesight is a wreck.

My hair is gray and thinning,
And my body is in decay;
It is hard to engage in the battle;
I find I'd rather not go, but stay.

It's supposed to be easier
when someone gets older;
But I find I cannot compete,
I am not getting any bolder.

So I trudge along quietly,
But I do not doubt and fear,
I only hope for a few visits,
So I don't entirely disappear.

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