It’s amazing you know
How long my body has remained
Such a mystery to me
I had a heart once
But it bled to death
Eyes that once saw
As clear as a bell
(Why do they say that?)
Are now blurred and raw
Skin that was smooth
Hangs like wrinkled washing
And my eyebrows have decided
To have a mind of their own
Whilst my head goes on thinning
My ears have new growth
My nose is getting bigger
(I suppose it’s a thirst for knowledge?)
And my hands
That never seemed to frown
Are gloriously speckled brown
I remember the days
When I was six foot two
And my feet had size nine shoes
Now a size eight slipper will do
I shall not talk about teeth
For we have parted our ways
And the magnificent browns
Have all turned to greys
But I will soldier on
Though I think my rifle is empty
Still nothing to fire at
When the browns turn to greys