Growing old,
Can cause you some despair...
Your skin gets so wrinkled,
And you’ll lose most of your hair...
Although your body’s is wearing out,
From decades of having fun...
Your minds gets a little stuck,
At the age of twenty one...
It’s when you look in the mirror,
At the strange person you can see...
It’s then you will realize,
That the old fart in there is me...
But how has this happened,
It gives you quite a fright...
I’ve suddenly grown so old,
And it seems just overnight...
I feel I can do anything,
Although my old bones ache...
I’m won't be slowing down,
I’m not putting on the brake...
So pardon me if I seem foolish,
I know that you’ll see red...
But there’s plenty years of living yet,
Before the day I'm dead...
Instead of sitting around,
Always being told to keep it quiet...
I’ll be the noisy one,
That will be causing the biggest riot…
You’re as old as you feel,
And I know I'm am feeling great..
I’ll still be around a little longer,
Until the age of ninety eight...
Len Newey 2014