old age

we're getting old.
knees that hurt, detached tissue floating across our eyes.
my hair is falling out and so is his,
she tells me that she can't ride her bike anymore
and my brain doesn't seem to want to move sometimes.
there's no real up side to this one as
my energy drops and the dishes never get done;
fairies don't show up anymore and
my freckles may be age spots, I'd tell you
but I can't see without my glasses and
don't know where they are.
where's that glass of wine,
it'll help me feel better.