I Don't Hear Fast...

You think I don’t remember everything that’s in the past. It’s because I’m concentrating on some words you said too fast.

I’ve been accused of mem’ry loss. Some folks might be the cause. They ramble on incessantly, and never think to pause.

If people would just pause at times, I might emjoy the task of grasping everything they say.

I just don’t hear that fast. When you’ve three things to tell me, like – bleepbleep, blah, and blast, While I’m processing bleep-bleep the blah and blast have passed.

Longevity’s increasing, I would hope this message sent invokes some understanding, of just where my mem’ry went.

If there were ways detecting missing words before they’ve passed, I’d never have to say again, I simply don’t hear...fast.

Ain't Gettin' Younger

It’s time to fess up, we ain’t gettin’ younger. ‘Stead of gourmet, it’s hot broth that we hunger.

Our bones are a-creakin' (though we claim it’s the chair”, and somehow the sheen’s disappeared from our hair.

We droop and we sag, where we used to be tight. A soak in the tub’s a wild Saturday night. Kinda smarts when you realize as we get to this stage, when they say, “What a figure!” They’re talkin’ our age!