Author Angela Lansbury. Photo by Travor Sharot Copyright.
They say, 'Age is just a number,'
But the number's getting bigger
The old proclaim, 'I still feel young!"
Youngster's excahange looks and snigger.
First your glare at growing wrinkles
Dye and try hide roots of grey hair
Then you start to admit our age
You retire and you no longer care
At first you go for exercise
A daily swim or biking
Start with one walking stick or two
One's a brolly, two means hiking
Some refuse a walking stick
And defy the march of time
I'm glad when others fetch a chair
And swap their higher seat with mine
With Alzeimer's your brain is full
Why don't feet don't hide a spare head
Some folk when it's their time to go
Shrug and think they'll be better of dead
I want to live as long as I can
I've always been that way
But now I'm older I like eating pickles
So my tastes might change one day..
Growing old is really easy
It's staying alive is hard
But I cross the roads carefully
Dearing of the royal Well done car.
-ends-
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