The Good Ol' Days
Old age, it creeps up slow,
then BAM!! It attacks with might,
grey hairs, weak bladder, dodgy knees,
you may as well give up the fight.
Another wrinkle, or maybe two,
it might not seem that bad,
then you notice your memory going,
and every bit of you sags.
Can't cough or sneeze too hard,
for the fear of a sudden leak,
can't bend down, I'd never get up,
and the deep heat? What a reek!!
starting stories "in the good ol' days",
and going to bed by 8 o'clock,
noticing that your eyesight fades,
and can't even reach to put on a sock!
Urgh! To fight it is insane,
I know I'll age disgracefully,
bright pink tops and lots of bling,
at least I'll be decrepit tastefully!
