Ageing

Oh what despair, I'm losing my hair! With brutal dismay, I watch locks go away. My laugh turns to gags As my eyes collect bags, And my supple young skin Turns wrinkled and thin. As breathing becomes harder, Each step seems much further... Hell, I'm falling apart! Are those pains in my heart? Should I stay here in bed? Can't be that far off dead! Yet I once used to chortle, Felt like I was immortal, Body so fit and strong, I would go on and on. Never dreamed I'd become frail, Or that organs would fail, And my memory go hazy, So forgetful, they think I'm crazy. And such torture and torment, As my back becomes more bent, And my memory goes hazy... Did I mention that? Whoops-a-daisy! Did I just say 'whoops-a-daisy'? Sound like my Pop, and he was crazy, No, I'm not as bad as that, I've never bought a bowling hat, Although last summer I did buy mittens. But they were cheap, with little kittens... No I'm fine, not going senile - But then again, it could be denial! And there's my memory, it's going hazy, And my eyes are getting lazy, I'm cracking up, I'm going deaf, How little time do I have left? Another birthday will hit me shortly, My god, the horror, I'm nearly fourty!

HEY I AM NOT SO OLD BUT .........