You have reached old age
And you sit around and
wonder
Why you rang your
friend
To ask him for his new
number
You have reached old age
And you sit around and
wonder
Why you rang your
friend
To ask him for his new
number
I may be getting on in years
But it’s not all doom
and gloom
I have the body of an 18-year-old,
Which I keep in the
spare room
You know you are getting old
When you can’t work
out how
The cereal got into
the fridge
And you can’t find the
milk now
There are three things that happen, when
You reach my age, in
my view
The first thing, your
memory starts to go
The Senior Citizens group
Were one of the very
top
Break dancing troupes
And they were called
Hip Op
Eventually you will reach a point,
And I’m there I must
admit,
Where I’ve stopped
lying about my age
And started bragging
about it
Inside every older person
There is a younger
person
Wondering and saddened
About what had
happened
I can still enjoy sex
At Seventy-four,
I live at seventy six
So, it’s only next
door
At my advanced age I find
I am surprised by something
The presence of public
toilets
Are worryingly
comforting
At my advanced age
I can still cut the
mustard
It’s just opening the
jar
That I find so
terribly hard
You know you’re getting old
When you start to
curse and mutter
After realising you
spread face cream
On your bread instead
of butter
At my advanced age
I don’t worry too much
about
Avoiding temptation
It will avoid me
without doubt
The reason that the old man
Fell in the well?
Was simply because
He couldn't see very well
She was ninety three years old
While he was only
ninety one
Not a cross word, but
they were
Both deaf when said
and done
The first sign is forgetting names
And that really makes
you frown
Then you forget to
pull your flies up
Finally, you forget to
pull it down
You know you’re getting old
When answering your
phone cheerily
There is silence on
the other end
And you realize it was
on the TV
Some activities in life
Since time began
Build your self-esteem
Like no others can
One such activity
Of which I’m a fan
Is sharpening pencils
with a knife
As it makes me feel
like a man
Some activities in life
Since time began
Build your self-esteem
Like no others can
One such activity
Of which I’m a fan
Is prodding a fire
with a stick
As it makes me feel
like a man
To do something daring
That is my wish
Like eating cup-a-soup
From a dish
I grew a beard, thinking it would say
"Distinguished
Gentleman" to all
Instead, what it’s
actually saying
Is Senior Discount
seeker at the Mall