I have more age than glorious youth 

in short, I have grown long in tooth

while things I say are often bleeped

youth fled but age I got to keep

 

Age intruded fast as fingers snapped

my energy replaced now with long naps

in staying power I am no longer equipped

a step or two I might have slipped

 

The ones who watch my waning ways

say I am getting too difficult to persuade

embarrassed by my foul-smelling airs

hope wistfully incompetence is soon declared

 

It seems that memory so soon took leave

along with all my other faculties

the irony is that only old age I got to keep

It would be kinder were I put to sleep.