I'm not really grouchy,

I just don't like:
traffic,
waiting,
crowds,
lawyers,
loud music,
unruly kids,
barking dogs,
and a few other things
I can't seem to remember right now.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days,
and when did they let kids become policemen?
I'm wondering,
if you're only as old as you feel,
how could I be alive at 150?
And, how can my kids be older than I feel sometimes?

I'm a walking storeroom of facts.....
I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.

lost the key to the door ... helppppppp i think i've locked myself in