Older? Or Better?

My back hurts a little, my eyes aren’t as good.

It seems like I forget a bit more than I should.

I lose stuff a lot. I get grumpy I’m told.

Is this what it’s like to get old?

When I was a kid I could run really fast.

If I were to race now I bet I’d be last.

It’s simply inevitable if I may be so bold,

This must be what it’s like to get old.

But they say you get wiser with each passing year.

What? What’d you say? I couldn’t quite hear.

So what if this room’s just a little bit cold.

It’s okay. I don’t mind getting old.

For so many memories from which I can glean,

The kids and the grand kids and the places I’ve seen.

So thanks God! My demise is temporarily on hold

and the alternative to gladly getting old.