I will never find

those early years again

of the bright eyes

the fresh skinned face

my mental capacity continues to drain

fair hair no longer in its abundant follicle place

the teeth that can no longer chew hard food

because they no more exist

where is the energy once so much accrued

oh! come back

all of you lovely long gone girls I've kissed!

 

The steep stairs I used to run up

have become an almost insurmountable wooden Everest

now I have to stop on each third stair awhile gasping

until I reach the crest

 

Bill Haleys 'shake rattle and roll '

is out of the question

there is the danger that my joints would come apart

oh! please do keep on beating my poor old weary heart

 

Yes it is inevitable that one day

all of these failings

will come to an end

when the hooded man in black scythe handed

will become such a welcome and everlasting friend!