It Caught Up With Me

i am not as clever or eventful or eager as i used to be.
so... this is called growing old?
i see now why it seemed such a dreadful thing.
my vision vanishing before me
my hands more sunken than they ought t' be.
it caught up with me.
knees goin out with lower back cramps and dizzy spells and cold sweats
my hair is too thin, frayed that i wear red wigs to mask my embarrassment.
im'a milf but aint never had kids. how could they tell?
adults 'round here make assumptions off appearance.
when only im'a lookin like this cuz i have to
it caught up with me
i would love to look like the ol me but the good ol me is still good and old, but without the good.
just old.

- Susie Rizal