When I Look In The Mirror Poem by Owen Cullimore

When I look in the Mirror what do I see
A stranger looking back directly back at me
The lines on my face look haggard and drawn
My chin sags a bit not only when I yawn
My hair seems to be disappearing at a remarkable rate
I had better do something quickly before it's too late
I used to look younger my appearance was great
Now I have to get used to whatever my fate
But at least my smile still remains the same
As for the rest there is no one else to blame
I am afraid old age catches up with us all in the end
My good memory helps it has become my best friend
My teeth are removable and have been for some time
My knees make funny noises when I walk about
And to cap it all I suffer from gout
But when I leave the mirror alone on the wall
I forget all of that so I can walk tall
Still enjoying that all life has to offer each and every day
So however I look that's the way I will stay
So I make the most of the time that I have left on Gods Earth
And try to enjoy myself for all that it worth
I Ignore the Lumbago and pains in my legs and wrist
And all the other ailments that seem to exist
So it's off to the pub to get a drop of liquid libation
Which so often is my only salvation
Old age is without doubt a pain in the neck
But I just carry on regardless so what the heck