Each Time He Bends Poem by Francis Duggan

Each time he bends his bones do creak the years on him now tell
Yet for one in his early seventies he physically looks well
Yet even the fittest of ageing men they show life's wear and tear
A dark toupe to hide his baldness upon his head he wear
His ageing wife in a blond wig she hides time's natural gray
Only the very down to earth age in the natural way
Yet despite hair dyes and anti ageing creams the wear of time does show
The young one from the ageing one is not that hard to know
Each time he bends his bones do creak he's four decades past life's prime
And sad to say there is no turning back the hands of time
We may wear wigs, use hair dyes and anti ageing creams and jog miles every day
But father time ticks on and on and youth ages to decay
Each time he bends in his aching bones a little creak he hear
And he feels stiffer than he did around this time last year.