Creaking and groaning
I roll outa the sack
My knees are all wobbly
There's a pain in my back


Stagger to the bathroom
Now who is that I see
That guy in the mirror
Who looks older than me


Stop moaning they say
Be happy with your lot
With no hair on my head
And my teeth in a pot


Growing old ain't no fun
And I'm telling the truth
Your chances are all gone
The same way as your youth


No matter what you've heard
Or what has been said
Just always remember
You're a long time dead


So shake off the dust
That's coated your past
And enjoy life every day
For it'll soon be your last

DJB 2014

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Delightful...and true!

Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....