Old!

Thrown in the garbage,
Like a sack of bones,
approaching wrinkle time
one day healthy than leprous

They look at me
a doddering old fool
What do i know ,
i am senile

Can i help you Sir
Impatience shown
Loud voiced
Arrogant disdain
We have senior phones

Father you should not live alone
I see you grown a beard son.
How are little jake and sue?
Grown teeth allready?

Sitting with a pot of tea
Counting the birds
Counting them again
Still the same