JUST ME

What will I be like when I get old, will I still be

Full of fun?

Or will I be a awkward old devil, and be a pain

In the bum?

And will my love life suffer, and will my eyes go

On the blink?

Will I still be able to stand the pace, or will I be

The weakest link?

And will I get so deflated, that I just have to sit

Back and sigh?

Or will I need viagra to keep my flagging hopes

Up high?

Will I still be able to pull the girls, but this must be

Honestly said

What I did so many long years ago, is now only in

My head

I suppose I will lose all my hair, and my nice white

Shining teeth

And will my face go all wrinkled, and have corns and

Bunions on my feet

There is just one thing that worries me, perhaps you

Might think this silly

If I do get a great big belly, will I be able to see my

Willy?

Will I get big bushy eyebrows, and have hair growing

On my nose?

And become hard of hearing, and have in growing nails

On my toes?

Will I still be all lovey dovey, and someone everyone

Wants to cuddle?

And will I be able to resist the urge, to jump into every

Large puddle?

But I must be prepared to take what comes, and make

The best of every day

For we are here for just awhile, then we are quickly

Called away

Still I don’t know what I’m worried about, and of this I’m

Very sure

That old age is a long long way off, because I’m only now

Seventy four

BILL ESTALL 2001

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