Wednesday, 2 July 2008

Getting Old

Its not much when fun when you get old
Your teeth falls out and you go bald
You can only walk with a walking stick
Oh my painful arthritic hip

My knees are stiff when i get out of the chair
I look in the mirror!! Oh where is my hair
When i was young my days were fun
but now i am old, i long for the sun

The winter months seem to last a long time
I will just have a sip from a glass of wine
I would dab on the perfume, it was the best
but now i am old i rub vick in my chest

It used to be varnish i painted on my toes
but now i got bunions that really shows
I could dance and excersize with so much ease
but now i wet myself, if i so much as sneeze

My bones crunch and crack as i try and walk
I cant get the words out when i want to talk
So getting old is no fun at all
i would much rather skip and play ball

Friends there were a plenty, i was never on my own
but now that i am old, I live in a Home