You have been to the hospital,
and you have a new hip.
Old age has made you paranoi,
and on your shoulder, you have a chip.
You collect your pension, and you have a bet
then off to the hairdressers,
for a shampoo and set.
You meet all your friends,
and you sit and have tea.
Then you all pay a visit,
to the local lavertory.
It seems like every ten minutes
your running to the loo.
Then when you get there,
you have to wait in a queue.
When you get in the toilet,
there's water on the floor.
Then you slip and fall over,
and hit your head on the door
You try to get out,
but your in an awkward position,
So you call to your friends,
for them to make a decision.
They call for the attendent
Who is no where to be seen,
and in the meantime your uncomfortable,
because you have just been.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/senior-moment/
