Old
Another year has passed
And we should be much bolder.
Last summer felt a lot hotter
Now winter seems much colder.
It was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
I am 'Living in the Past'
We used to go to weddings,
To games and friendly lunches.
Now we go to old age homes,
And after-funeral brunches.
We used to have hangovers,
The parties were so gay.
Now we suffer body aches
And try to rub the pain away.
We used to go out dining,
Never could get our fill.
Now we ask for doggy bags,
Go on home and take a pill.
We used to travel often
To places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
Just from riding in the car..
We used to go to nightclubs
There drink a little booze.
Now we stay home at night
To watch the evening news.
That my friend is how life is
And now my tale is told
So, enjoy each day and live it up....
Or you'll end up just too old!
Jim 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem