Fifty eight – am I really that old
The very idea leaves me quite cold
I refuse to be wrinkly just wait & see
Botox, colonics & blue pills for me
Getting old – bollocks to that
Receding hairline I will just wear a hat
Hair grafts, massage, yoga as well
Ageing process – It can just go to hell
I shall grow disgracefully old one day at a time
Woo beautiful women long after my prime
Revel with Bacchus, burn the candle both ends
Take advantage of all that providence sends
There’s nothing else for it so down the line
Be a devilish rogue come fifty-nine
Ageing’s a process I refuse to do
I shall visit a parlour to get a tattoo
And if all else fails then a simple plan
To pretend I am a younger man
At sixty-three if I make it that far
I shall take up juggling & slide guitar
At seventy-two I’ll decide around then
To learn Japanese & practice Zen
At eighty-one I shall take up trapeeze
& visit the Congo to spot chimpanzees
At ninety-three I will take a train
To Siberia, Murmansk & back again
At ninety-four head to Salvador
Sample Caipirinhas, Carnival & plenty more
And when I reach one hundred and one
Pause for a while to bask in the sun
Then off to Shangri-La I’ll go
Trapsing through the mountain snow
Search out a monk in a temple there
Become a Buddhist and a tantric player
And then at last at a hundred & four
Re-incarnate for one life more
On my tombstone these words I will have inscribed
‘ Of life & love did he imbibe ‘
Then maybe etched in Sanskrit or Greek
( in letters carved out extra deep )
Don’t seek me here for I’m long gone
Possibly reincarnated in Babylon
Or I’m maybe a Camel or a Honey-Bee
Or a hairy Sloth hangin’ in a tree
Just to say I’m gone for sure
Such fun this life I’ve gone for more.
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