The Joys Of Getting Old

Old age is a must for all of us, But with it brings aches and pains, My prescription list's getting longer, And my stamina's gone down the drain, I'd love to run a marathon, But I don't think I'd make it half way, Filling up my pill box, Is the highlight of my day, Where has all my energy gone? I struggle to get out of bed, I search everywhere for my spectacles, When they're perched on the top of my head! Oh to be young! To run in the sun, With the wind in my hair, wild and free, All that has changed, With the joys of old age, It's a rise and recliner for me! Jayne Louise Davies