THE OLD ME:

Maybe I should change & step it up a tiny bit,

Go out some more & not in front of the telly sit,

To garb my old bones in silk suspender & satin,

Instead of old comfort, that´s all day been sat in,

Creams, lotions & fillers for old wrinkles & frowns,

Maybe to stretch it a bit & look more like a clown,

Extensions in hair, dying of roots now thin & grey,

I have always loved silver, so that´s how I´ll stay,

Sun-beds & lasers, have to tan, not white & pale,

What of skin marbled, which men once did hail?

And maybe to go out more, go strutting & bopping,

To dance more, drink more, do lunches & shopping,

But my skin doesn’t do fiddling & doesn’t like sun,

My feet are too gnarled now, for the dancing & fun,

I love my old garb & drink wine in front of my telly,

And I really don’t like oysters & much prefer jelly,

So please leave me alone, I really enjoy the old me,

I have done all those things & at last now I am free,

Not pretending rude youth, that is long lost & gone,

Now with the freedom at last, to sing my own song,

Loving every minute, of what´s called doting old age,

But this state comes only to those wise, wily & sage.