The tale hangs low, the wits are slow
Old age
The knees creak, the joints are weak
Old age
The eyes are dim , the outlook’s grim
Old age
The hearing’s going, the grey hairs showing
Old age
Some teeth are broken, the cheeks are sunken
Old age
The appetite’s rabid , the thoughts are morbid
Old age
The future’s bleak, will I last the week?
Old age
The coat is dull , time for a cull?
Old age
Oh on a happier note Arlene morning to you , it's a dull day and the rain is back again. Tomorrow I am off to the coast whether it's raining or not. I have an early morning hair cut appt at 10am, then shopping and then a hearty breakfast:) Hope you have a lovely relaxing day hugs to Ruby Tango Nand you xxxx
ReplyDeleteAn Old age! it doesn't matter just numbers LOL!
ReplyDeleteI am get sick of thought of about age too and who wanted to getting old? I bet noboday????
Do you know back in the old age some where in Russia they don't registar for the birth date there people were just guessing their age?
Might be a good idea Arlene :-)
A best way our clock back to an ancient time.
I fixed your problems today.
Have a wonderful day keeps younger dear Arlene:-)