Withered goest thou

Do  I have to be achey

                        at eighty?

Do  me hips and me knees

                        Have to hurt?

Old age is the PITS

All this falling to bits –

But it beats “dead and gone”

                        That’s a cert.

I’m sure stairs are getting

                        much longer –

and try opening a can

                        of Sardines!

They’re making the tops

                        So much stronger

They weren’t tough like that

                        In  me  teens.

Sometimes me Kidneys

                        Get stroppy

making words of that folk song

                        ring true –

I used to consider them soppy

                        But at night I DO

                        “skip to my Loo”

                                    (My Darlin’!)

By She.