Sit In the Sun

If it is your dream to become a politician It does not make you a saint or a magician You will make mistakes, like everybody else You will try your best and seldom think of yourself. Love your country and your fellow man Make the world a better place Was your dream and plan There was never a thought About illness and age Life moves on, As our book turns over another page Our body tires quickly, and our bones start to ache Our eyes grow dim It gets hard to stay awake. Our minds get muddled, And our gait unsteady Our speech fuddled But we are never ready To admit we are old, And we need to be told We have had our day, And it is wrong to stay When we are old and ill And can no longer fill Our obligations To the nation It seems cruel and sad, But life is not all bad Old age comes to all who survive And are fortunate to be alive But if senility takes a hold, You need someone to be bold And suggest now is the time to go Before your ratings become too low And as your health is getting worse You will become too sick to realise this curse Can undo all the good you have done So retire and sit in the sun.