Growing Old

What are these on my nose? They're also hooked on my ears, Oh of course it's my glasses, So I can see things near. What's that creaking noise? It sounds like rusty hinges, Oh of course it's my aching bones, Time for steroid filled syringes. What's that in the corner? It's made of cold hard steel Oh of course it's my Zimmer frame, This old age thing is real. What's that on my bedside cabinet? There at nights mainly, Oh, of course it's my teeth, Grinning at me insanely. When did all this happen? I only blinked my eyes, Now I have wrinkles, I look like I'm in disguise. What use is wisdom? When you're too knackered to care, Yes, I'm going grey, But at least I've still got hair. What happened to my youthfulness? I used to be so sprightly, Now I have to pee, Ten times nightly. I might as well accept it, But I'm not impressed, I'll just sit here with my rollers in, I'm not getting dressed. I'll grow old disgracefully, Be who I've always been, I promise to be a kind old dear, Not a grumpy old fart, who's mean.