Each Time He Bends

Each time he bends his bones do creak the years on him now tell Yet for one in his early seventies he physically looks well Yet even the fittest of ageing men they show life's wear and tear A dark toupe to hide his baldness upon his head he wear His ageing wife in a blond wig she hides time's natural gray Only the very down to earth age in the natural way Yet despite hair dyes and anti ageing creams the wear of time does show The young one from the ageing one is not that hard to know Each time he bends his bones do creak he's four decades past life's prime And sad to say there is no turning back the hands of time We may wear wigs, use hair dyes and anti ageing creams and jog miles every day But father time ticks on and on and youth ages to decay Each time he bends in his aching bones a little creak he hear And he feels stiffer than he did around this time last year.