I was thinking
today, in my bed as I lay
Inspecting a
crack in the ceiling
That my fa챌ade
too needs a paint job or two.
And my plaster
will soon begin peeling.
Life goes by
fast, leaving memories vast
And some of
them cause me to smile.
I see my swift
pace leading all in the race
It won me the
two and a half mile.
An old woman I
challenged to mock her.
Well she had
me beat, that cunning old cheat.
She showed up
using a walker.
My memory too,
makes me silly things do.
My body parts
old will bring in some gold,
When the good
ones they start to recycle.
On some bloke
may begin a new cycle.
And I spill
everything in sight.
Some days I
feel fine and this body of mine.
Feels that a
new life is coming.
So I said to
the nurse old age is a curse
As she
followed me round with the mop.
She said do
what you can, when you are an old man
Ed Brown
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