My hair,

Where is it going?

And where did this grey come from?

It was brown yesterday.

My eyes,

Why is everything so blurry?

And what are these lines on my face?

I swear i went to bed with perfect skin.

My knees,

Why are they so sore?

Why do they keep popping?

I was playing tag with my kids last week.

My back,

What made it hurt this bad?

Why can’t i stand up straight?

My posture has been perfect since i can remember.

My hands,

Why can’t they grip?

And why are my knuckles so swollen?

I carried the trash out to the sidewalk last night.

My room,

Who are these people on my wall?

Who’s the old man holding the baby in the picture there?

I’m sure I don’t know these people.

“Hey dad,

That’s you and my daughter.

Do you remember me today?

I’m your son and you’re gonna be alright.”