These Days

These Days

Hobble and scoot

Hobble and scoot

I mope around the house

No longer a brute

I'd spend these years

To make amends

Inside I'm thinking

Do I need Depends

Days like this

I slept too long

I didn't wake to the sound

Of a gong

And now that breakfast

Has filled my belly

I'm losing my Santa

Just watching the telly

How hum ho hum

I'm  a really old bum

Begging for something

I never gave some

Barry G. Wick

A really bad poem

For a blah day