As a Grumpy Old Man, getting older
I find I am falling apart
I knew it would happen sometime
but I didn't know when it would start.
Apart from an obvious slow down
and getting forgetful of Names
I don't run for buses (or women!)
and I no longer play active games.
My appetite's got so much smaller
and that, at the moment's a plus,
I'm feeling quite poorly in places
(but I'll try not to make too much fuss).
I've never been frightened of Dentists
but now mine has taken two teeth.
They wobbled and were quite unstable,
so I whistle each time I say 'Pleeth'.
Quite soon I shall have two replacements,
and then I shall be my old self,
Just waiting for what fails the next time
to be put on the 'Not Wanted' shelf.
The Museum Poet
