It is hell to get old of that I’m told. But I’m still not certain why?

I used to be able to see my toes when I looked down.

Five ponds of potatoes weigh more than they used to.

The road signs have been changed and made smaller.

Strange things float in the air and become imbedded in my skin.

I enter rooms and can’t remember the reason.

Sleep is my newest hobby.

There is a difference between my grandchildren’s names and my dogs, sometimes.

Exercise (highly overrated) has become lifting my glass to my lips.

Beautiful girls call me Sir in bars.

I still chase my wife around the bed but don’t remember what to do when I catch her,

It is Hell to get old of that I’m told

Now I know why!