If only I could bend like I used to,
If only I could see through the gloom,
If only my joints would behave themselves
As I walk to my chair 'cross the room;
But they won't - it's like hell...
Oh well!
If only my skin would stop crinkling
And the blue bags 'neath both of my eyes
Be just a bad dream, then the mirror
I'd nevermore need to despise;
But my fear I can't quell...
Oh well!
If only my hair would stop thinning,
And you'd think in this day and this age
That the boffins could work out a cure for
This malady, making men rage;
And by gum would it sell...
Oh well!
I wish to return to my childhood
When, falling down I would then bounce
Back up, and be off on my travels
And out I would then quickly flounce;
But now I don't run round pell-mell...
Oh well!
I wish to return to my childhood, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amusing and fun to read.