You walk stiff your joints are aching you feel wonky at the knees
And you have heart palpitations every time you cough or sneeze
You no longer feel sexual urges cannot satisfy the wife
She has found herself a younger lover who brings pleasure to her life
You wear a brown wig to hide your bald patch and in brown hair dye cloak your gray
But the years on you are telling you have known a better day
Close to the three score and ten years not the man you used to be
Time on you it is telling like it is telling on me
Quite a dashing and handsome fellow when you were in your life's prime
But the very best and finest too become victims of time
Your oldest son balding and ageing your oldest grandchild a woman of twenty three
On looking back the years went by so quickly that is how it seems to me
You wear a brown wig to hide your baldness and in brown hair dye cloak your gray
But your ageing joints are aching you have known a better day.
Friday, November 9, 2012
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