Old and Gullible

September Entry for Senior Center Group. No prompt given. A poem of being old.

OLD and GULLIBLE

Once in awhile I am told
That I look old

Make up and clothes do
Not change me
As you can see

Time and frustrations
Etch across my face

Aches and pains slow
My pace

Being too gullible with dealings
Of money

Leaves me short to pay
For honey

Old is all in the mond
Everything else is gone
With the wind.