Past My Sell By Date
Past My Sell By Date
My face is getting wrinkles
My hair is turning white
My bladders getting weaker
I have to get up in the night
All my Joints are creaking
I'm in such a state
I think that I just have to say
I'm past my sell by date
When I go out walking
I have to use a stick
My weight is on the up and up
My waist is getting thick
I need to get much fitter
But I'm afraid that its too late
I think I must admit it
I'm past my sell by date
But look there in my cupboard
There is a Christmas pud
I know its past its sell by date
But I bet it still tastes good
I may be old and wrinkly
With joints that creak but wait
I can still enjoy myself
Though I'm past my sell by date
I wont live forever
But I can still live well
And if they say I'm past my sell by date
Well they can go to hell
Denis Briggs 2017
Copyright © Denis Briggs | Year Posted 2018
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