Old And Bold. Poem by Mike Berriman

I'm cussing and griping the older I get
Won't live forever and that's a sure bet
Now that my youth has all passed me by
Am I in limbo, do I laugh, should I cry.

It hurts when I stand and when I bend down
The smile I once wore has turned to a frown
The lines on my face have merged in a crack
My youth and my looks will never come back.

Ageing I see life and it appears clear
It's not about skirt and not about beer
Life is our families our friends and offspring
And all of the pleasures these people will bring.

Life is about people not money or places
Filling our lives with our kids loving faces
To nurture our grandchildren who one day will be
The candle in darkness for all us to see.

I guess I'm not sad as I first said
I now have a reason to get out of bed
Look out all you grumblers I'm strong and I'm bold
It's good to be living, I don't feel so old.

MB 10/2004.