As I grow older, not younger,
Things I do take so much longer,
For, as my muscles get weaker,
They slow down, and do not act quicker...
But there's a puzzle to be solved,
With my muscles not involved:
Taxi crawling to the station,
Causing worry and frustration,
Or, the corner light – how strange!
Takes forever now to change!
What does all that really mean?
Has my patience worn thin?
Or is it just another sign
That my life is in decline?...