I've more yesterdays, than tomorrows
My hair is completely grey
My joints ache in the cold and wet
And I don't hear as well as I used to
But what teeth I have left, are all my own
I can still rise up with the lark
To put in a full days work
Though I go to my bed earlier
Than I did when in my youth
Though my State pension beckons
Soon I'll have a free bus pass
Added to which, if I'm outspoken
Or forget to say or do something I should
There's this advantage to this time of life
I can blame it on my age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Marilyn Shepperson, I may be coming to London shortly. I will have the pleasure of meeting an English poetess.