Same Again

As I look in the mirror, I’m a road map of lines My eyes are all bloodshot; it’s a sign of the times When did it happen, I really don’t know When more grey hairs than brown ones decided to grow My head is still pounding, Can’t remember last night And the bathroom bulb seems ever so bright I am aching all over and my throat feels quite rough But some bacon and eggs sorts me out soon enough An unhealthy lifestyle takes it's toll in due course Shapes a body well ravaged with much room for remorse I should heed the changes advised by my peers To add years to my life and life to my years I will fend off temptations that won’t let me be Find a way that results in a much fitter me I will get some fresh air; Rid my head of this fog (Then I might just pop in for a hair of the dog)