Getting Old

Getting Old

We’re now in the time of wrinkles
No it’s not just the eye that crinkles
Some of us aah and some of oooh
Bending of limbs that just will not do

Everything stiff our joints are on strike
They creak a lot and do what they like
Those were the days my friend,
We thought they’d never end

Now it’s pain and sometimes ache
“Bend yer bugger, for goodness sake”
We sit and mutter about old times
And fantasise about our primes

We used to do this, we used to do t’other
But nowadays it’s just too much bother
This hurts, that hurts and still we groan
Nowt to do about it so why bother to moan

“Grin and bear it” so let’s crack our face
Risk people thinking we’re ‘a basket case’
But those were the days, we had lots of skills
Not so much the aches, pains, and all these ills

We could still show these young ‘uns’ a thing or two
Those were the days we’d see a job through
It’s all in our heads now, then again is it??
Occasionally a thought will deign to visit

Whether we understand is another matter
But still it’s nice to just to sit and natter
We’ll all be here just a while longer
Maybe doin’ a tango or maybe a Conga