Having fun with a poem about the problems of getting old.

They tell me I shouldn't drive anymore now that I'm 84
but I tell them I don't go far, and are used to the car.
So I went for a spin, just to look in
at places I'd been before.
I seemed rather dumb,  with my brain going numb
when I realised I  don't know where I left the car.
I felt like a twit as I walked round a bit - the car was nowhere in sight.
My memory was shot as I walked though the lot - worried I might be here all night.
But then - there it was - I was happy at last, and would soon be home in my bed.
And a thought that came through I do get quite a dew) - that really I should paint the thing RED

I bought this computer - like they told me I should
'twill make you life better, and all for the good.
I stare at the screen for some things to appear,
oh look there's a message - but not very clear.
Letters so small and all in a hood
so I click with the mouse - like they told me I should.
Oh blimey! the screen has gone blue - so I click with the mouse both left and both right, and now the screen's black,
that sure can't be right.

Just because we have grey hair, it doesn't mean that we don't care!
Just because our teeth ain't real - doesn't mean we've no appeal!
Just because we limp a bit - doesn't mean we're ready to quit !
Just because our eyes are blurry - just because we cannot hurry - just because it's hard to breathe
sure doh't mean we're ready to leave !

My walk may be slower, my eyes hot as clear - my breathing more laboured - some thing I can't hear.
The years may be passing, but not in my heart - I feel just as young as I did at the start,