Rumbles of Grumbles

Grumble, Grumble, Complain and moan, I should like to live alone. What is happening to me, I am not as happy, As I used to be. I grimace, And frown all day, Nothing blows My blues away, the weather is, Too hot Or too cold, My excuse is, I've grown old. Old and miserable, That is me, I am becoming obsolete, Can't you see? I have gadgets galore, The way I'm going, I'll need more. Aids for my assistance, Why am I showing, So much resistance, To have a happier, More positive existence. I know the sun, Will shine tomorrow, Freeing us all, Of pain and sorrow. I'll have e to shake myself, and get a grip, Cos' I'm giving myself, THE PIP!