My teeth are in a jar,
my eyes are in a holder,
nothing seems to be mine
since I got older.

My walker's by my bed
my wheels are by my door.
If it weren't for my bits and pieces,
NOTHING would work anymore.

But my eyes open to daylight
my ears can hear the birds sing,
so daily I thank God
for life and everything!

Scarlett Treat

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bits-and-pieces-or-falling-apart-after-sixty/