They say you’re getting old

When your hair starts turning grey

Well my hair went that colour

At sixteen anyway

 

They say you’re getting old

When your teeth start to go bad

Well, I’ve had trouble with my teeth

With every child I’ve had

 

They say you’re getting old

When you never think about IT!

Well I must still be very young

‘Cause I can’t do without IT!

 

They say you’re getting old

When you stagger and you stoop

They say you’re getting old

When your chest begins to droop

 

Well I stoop and stagger round

When I’ve indulged in demon drink

My chest is non existent

So I’ve no trouble there, I think

 

They say you’re getting old

When bed looks so inviting

For rest and relaxation                                                                                                           Nothing more exciting

 

I need someone to tell me

I’m not really old, you see

One of my boys turned sixteen

And it’s putting years on me

 

This girl? is thirty six next week

The thought inspired this rhyme

Ah! To Hell with age! Roll on the day!

I’ll have a grand old time!

 

(as you may guess this was written some time ago, that boy is now 44!!!!)