Old age comes bearing no gifts of gold
But tokens of wrinkles
Aches and pains
Ben-Gay
And laxatives

Most of our friends are either dead
Or in nursing homes
Or just don’t remember who we are

Teenagers think we’re from another planet
Middle-aged people wish we were
And the rest of society just doesn’t care

Bit by bit we lose our independence
Our eyesight
Our hearing
Our mind

We pine for the good old days
Pray for another day
And hope to get through the day

But I’m thankful that I’ve been around this long
And to see my grand-kids with kids of their own
I just wish I could have done it
Without getting old