The hair in my ears each day grows longer
While the hairs on my head have left
Just like rats deserting a ship.
My get up and go has definitely gone
My libido has sunk without trace.
My belly is about where my knees should be
And
It is years since I last saw my knees.
My skin resembles sandpaper
Not the best grade you can buy.
I have age spots, skin tags and lumps
My muscles are now just bumps.
I am not growing old very gracefully
But the truth is, I am growing old.
If I keep on this way
One fine day,
I will find myself, bald, old and dead cold.
Now thats not a happy thought!
Peter Wright (at 67 I am still a mere stripling)