. The Seven Dwarves of Old Age The seven dwarves of old age __Have come to live with me, But what could be the use of them __Is more than I can see. First Napper came and gave a wink __And slept upon my bed. Warm afternoons are quiet time __When Napper is well fed. The second one to slouch around __Was Wrinkly, who’s an elf. I found him in a mirror when __I looked upon myself. Then Squinty, stumbling, came in next. __His eyes could hardly see The sell-by dates once printed on __The food in my pantry. One Rocky wanted exercise, __So rocked upon my chair. I bought two rockers for my den, __So we can rock in there. One Saggy sadly saw me when __I had to take a shower. He said that I was drooping flesh __And had no muscle power. One Freaky almost scared me when __I tried to do some work. I soon concluded Freaky was __An angry foul-mouthed jerk. And last of all, one Creaky crept __And spoke from every bone. With groan and moan and crackle-snap, __He walked around my home. So, what am I to do with them, __Since they came here to stay? Just move a little slower, give __Them comfort every day. . . Roy E. Peterson is a writer and former U.S. military army intelligence officer who currently resides in Texas.