Now I'm Sixty-Four Poem by Phil Soar

Now that I'm older, lost all my hair
Extra long eyebrows,
Will I need a zimmer frame to help me walk?
Nose hair's not fair, can't take a bow
If I stay out 'til the breaking of dawn
Will you lock the door?
Will you still need me?
Or have to feed me?
Now I'm Sixty-Four!

Every summer we can take a stroll across a country town
If I can get up
Maybe I can still shave in the morning as I lie in bed
Whilst being fed
And all the while the hairs grow even longer in my nose and ears
Longer every year
Until I look like something from a horror movie that is weird
Worse than I feared

So Now that I'm older, lost all my hair
What now lies in store?
Trips upon the cottage steps
Feeling that I'm quite inept
Lying on the floor,
Bless me, I'm an ancient wreck, with a chain around my neck
A medical alert
Now that I'm crackers
Decrepit And knackered
Now I'm Sixty-Four



With apologies to Paul McCartney