As Time Goes By Poem by john (called jack) wren

As time goes by and we grow old
every wrinkle lies in its fold
the head of hair once our pride
keeps receding like the tide
and folds of skin appear on the neck
making our face look like a shipwreck
and when eyes go dim it's hard to see
making life appear a drudgery
legs, once stout are pained and sore
making a walk such a blooming bore
with those we love we are sharp and grumpy
and we stumble and fall like Old Humpty Dumpty
and as for mirrors, don't stand and stare
just take a wee peep, and say a prayer! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !