The Joys of Getting Older
The Joys of Getting Older.
We may all be getting on a bit
But lets not forget for some more fortunate
The joy of it
You don’t have to bounce up and down in bed no more
And when the Mrs says she has a headache
You know she has one for sure
Instead of rubbing in baby oil
That smells a bit
Now you rub in Vapour rub and Vick
Women go off men for a while with the men o pause
They get hot flushes and getting older is the cause
You can take your teeth out at night
And if you wake up and feel peckish
You can have a bite
No more babies no more kids hurrah!!!
And if you haven’t got Grand kids
You’d save a million quid
You don’t have to go to work no more
Just moan and hobble around the house
Listening to old Des O'Connor Lp’s
And Sandi Shaw
You can moan at this and moan at that
Pickle your onions
Have a dog or a smelly cat
You feel there is little future
So you look back
You don’t understand the youth of today
But I don’t think they understand themselves anyway
You don’t have to mess about with new fangled technology
Just ask a grand kid aged two or three
You don’t have to worry about fashion no more
You just wear the same knitted jumper you had made before the war
Never ever throw anything away
Just in case it becomes handy someday
You have an excuse for forgetting Birthdays,
Christmas and anniversaries
And save lots of trees and money
Kind people may stand up for you on a bus
So you don’t have to curse and cuss
But you still do
You get into quiz's on TV
Into rubber leather and PVC
You can sit on watch the world go by in Clifton park
Fall asleep cathing flies
And you wake up it’s dark
You can run riot
On your disabilities scooter
Run over anyone in your way
And don’t use a hooter
Your mobile phone is so old it runs on steam
But why waste money on a new machine
You dance in the old fashion way
With your hand holding them
So they don’t run away
We didn't have vandals in our day
Just Vera Lynn and Doris Day
If you mention something we’ve done it
If there’s been a prize we’ve won it
Maltby grammer
Or Dinnington high
How things have changed in the blik of an eye
Pretty young nurses and cleaners may visit you
And bring you cheer
As some young nurses do
They may even look for your lost teeth
So you can bite and chew
Getting old is a pain
But
There again.
‘’ Nothing nicer then seeing a able couple of age walking hand
In hand smartly dressed in Meadowhell’’ shopping mall
‘’ We should look after the old. They made this country great once.’’.
Peter Dome©2019.
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