Once I was small but now I'm not.
I guess that doesn't say a lot.
Once I rode bikes and ran with ease.
Could someone pass my walking stick please?
Once I had jobs and earned my way.
Now a seniors pension is my pay.
Once I had fun.
Well, I still do.
It's not quite the same,
but it will do.
My eyesight was good, now it's not.
My memory also, is not so hot.
I remember what happened 10 years ago.
Dredging up yesterday is a little slow.
I rock and knit and read and write.
Yesterday's activities have long since taken flight.
But that's okay, I'm here to say,
"At least I AM still here today.".