Good looks once possessed are now depleting
For the beauty of youth ’tis no more than fleeting
Those bright eyes we had that sparkled & glinted
Are now best described as bloodshot & squinted
Hair once lustrous and shiny bright
Falls out grey on the pillow at night
There are many facets to growing older
Like feeling the cold or the twinge in your shoulder
How policeman look younger with the passing of years
That we learn to forget once perceived fears
There are many things that can be done
Most important of all is to make life fun
Some suggestions I’ve written down here
Maybe not your thing, but you get the idea
Don’t clutter your mind with useless dross
& as long as you’ve teeth remember to floss
Maybe find pleasure as a writer of rhymes
But whatever you do take one day at a time
Pen lots of letters, read lots of books
Watch TV dramas about Scandi crooks
Always keep moving, walk every day
It’s good for your heart, so they say
Treat all men as equal, whether pauper or prince
In the value of this I am wholly convinced
See mountains and deserts, sail seven seas
Go to the forests to hug big trees
Have love affairs, dive in the ocean
Moisturise your skin it needs plenty of lotion
Bring life to your dreams, don’t put off that plan
Travel the world in a beat up old Van
It really all matters not a jot
In the end we’re all gonna rot
So shake a leg and raise a glass
And get off of your lardy arse
There’s a world to see and things to do
Best do it now whilst there’s still a you.
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