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When did this thing happen
When did I get so old
I used to run like a new born lamb
gamboling and romping in the open air
Now sitting upon my Queen Anne chair 
I struggle to lift myself out of there

I used to love my daily bath 
soaking and dreaming for hours
Always saying with the greatest resolve 
how I really hated showers
But now I need an industrial winch
to lift me out of my bath
Is there someone up there looking down 
are they having a jolly good laugh

My walking gait is no better
With a snail as my pacesetter
I hear tutting and clucking from behind 
as impatient people endeavor to pass
Giving sideways glances of annoyance
when they eventually pass me at last

Oh I hate this getting old malarkey
When once I was young and fit and sparkly
I am worn with pain after little exertion
Growing old it sucks I can say with assertion
But the other option is not a good choice 
So I have to settle with exerting my voice
As one by one capabilities disappear
For now I am even struggling to hear

But in my head that sixties chick
strolls down the street with sparkly feet
In her Mary Quaint creation
Life so full of jubilation
With adventures yet to come
Oh my life has been such fun


Written 5th November 2018
 
Contest 'Brian's' Choice 2
Sponsor Brian Strand

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