Growing Old

Once it was a breeze to run and catch a blooming bus It was the normal thing to do, didn't cause me any fuss I could walk, and walk could I, until the end of day But now the little shop close by, is much too far away I would always love to swim even in the vastest pool But now I have to paddle, I cannot swim at all I'd always drop onto my knees, and spring right up again But me I can't do this no more, it gives me too much pain I would travel around for miles just to see something But now too many aches and pains to me such travel brings Just relaxing in the chair these days is all I want to do And driving car at night times, this gives me trouble too Life is getting faster now, I'm in my latter years Some things I really have to do, they bring me close to tears I guess I'm getting too old now, that's just the way it goes I really can't do much at all, because I'm too damn slow