The weary old bloke bald, wrinkled and gray
You may think he looks ancient but you will be like him one day
When he was your age like you football with his young friends he did play
Like him you too will grow old young you will not stay
In the prime of his life when his hair was brown
Like you he fell in love with a young beauty of the town
The woman he loved became his wife
Six months ago she lost her battle for life
An octogenarian grandfather time on him taking toll
You too like him will find aging is beyond your control
Next year he will be eighty seven in May
If you live to be his age in life you will have done okay
You may dismiss him as one bald, old and gray
But live long enough and you will be like him one day.
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