I cannot see,
I cannot pee,
I cannot chew,
I cannot screw.
My memory shrinks
my hearing stinks
no sense of smell
I look like hell!
My body is drooping
got trouble pooping.
The golden years have come at last
the golden years can kiss my ass!
Take care of yourself Heavy Equipment Guy.
I thank you... and the poem was hilarious. I really think the reason both my parents kind of gave up, and slipped away at the separate ends of their lives was because of all that "stuff they couldn't do anymore." When my Mom was moved into advanced care, it was one of those G-D'ed smoke free units, and when they took her smokes away ( about the last thing she could still enjoy ) she just went to sleep- permanently.