Old age is a progressive thing
This is what I'm told.
There's no way that I know of
To put it all on hold
So bits fall off or else wear out
Until there's nothing left
By the time you reach your eighties
You feel somewhat bereft
I wish my prostate gland would go
Its use is totally abstruse.
In fact there's quite a lot down there
For which I have no use
But on we go regardless
Until there comes that day.
When we have nothing left at all
And we are quietly put away.