Old age is such a bugger
It don't leave me alone.
Bits fall off or stop to work
Even though confined at home.
My skin gets thinner and thinner,
I can now see my inside.
My noisy lungs get noisier
And make sounds I can't abide,
On top of that I'm shrinking,
At least an inch a year.
If I live to be a hundred
They'll just think there's no one there.
But am I downhearted?
Well yes, I am I think.
But I always look on the bright side,
And face life with a wink.
I never have much appetite
I've now lost so much weight.
When it comes to scarecrow week
I'll just stand outside my gate.
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I wrote this quite a while back,
I can't remember when
It must have been a year or three
I've filled out a bit since then. ๐x