43. Dying [100 poems challenge]

43.          Dying

I’ve hearing aids behind my ears,
My knees have trouble bending,
My mem’ry sometimes disappears,
Close focus is extending.
My energy is somewhat drained,
There’s stiffness in my shoulder,
I cannot lose the weight I’ve gained,
I know I’m getting older.
I notice almost every day—
There’s really no denying—
My hair abounds with strands of grey,
And so, right now, I’m dyeing.

5 June 2013

Comments: Bad pun. The last couple of years have been interesting, as I am definitely suffering the symptoms of middle age, and struggling to reconcile all the mixed messages I get about my age (some days I feel quite geriatric, and others I’m just an undergraduate student again), and so I can’t make sense of the actual numerical value that is my age (and contemplating my parents’ ages is even more disconcerting). As far as I know, however, I am not in imminent danger of shuffling off this mortal coil. [Edited: It would have helped if I had remembered that the dyeing I wanted is spelt with an “e”!]

Themes to come: 44. Two Roads; 45. Illusion; 46. Family; 47. Creation; 48. Childhood

Explanation about the 100 poems challenge here.