Toward the end of 2009 my mother found herself in a reflective mood one morning:

By Dahlov Ipcar, 12/31/2009

Morning - 2009

It is morning
And I'm in my ninety-third year;
The cat is waiting for her milk.

I put the kettle on to boil
And I feed the cat,
And I say to myself,
"How will I do all this when I get old?"

Other contributions welcome!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble in his 67th year