The Old Man

He had aged for every one of his days As he worked his life away They say the knees are the first to go Then his back ache began to show The lines on his face from the sun Were earned each day for work not fun Until the years added up for him And old age early did begin For labouring your life away Meant your life would be a shorter stay For honest labour has no choice And older people have no voice. © Paul Warren Poetry