Getting On
Oh getting old is such a pain
You have to wear teeth
You take out
And put in again
Your hair falls out
you get wind and gout
Everything goes south
And your belly sticks out.
You take tablets lotions and more
You have more supplies
Than the local drug store
Hair starts to grow in all the wrong places
Even your ears
You start to read retro magazines
And reminisce about times you've seen.
You start to get grumpy
And put the world to rights
You'd take on the world but you haven't got the fight
Wear long Johns
And can't sleep at night.
No growing old is not for me
But there again
I'm only 23 and a bit
''Honest''
But no matter how old still young at heart.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2016
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