My owd dad always said that, "you’re only as good as your feet", but then he was talking bout, horse’s cows and bullocks for meat.
As
Old as what you Feel,
They always say
that your, as old as what you feel,
Only now I like
to have knap, after almost every meal,
And in the night
get disturbed, got to water me hoss,
So now I think I
must be old, me legs I cannot cross.
The old body that
I’ve worked with, all my living years,
Getting tired
and old as well, confirming all my fears,
Joints get stiff
and muscles ache, cannot move so fast,
Stumble over
rough ground, getting all harassed.
I cannot read
the paper, until my glasses I must find,
Remember where I
put them, must be getting blind,
The misses she
has got them on, cannot find her own,
Each of us both
as bad, but then we shouldna moan.
Feet I conna
reach right now, back won’t bend so much,
Got to have
chiropodist, corns and toe nails to retouch,
Dad always said
that, you’re only as good as your feet,
But then he was
talking bout, horse’s cows and bullocks for meat.
Hair it has all
gone grey, and very thin on top,
Need a hat in
winter, the freezing cold wind to stop,
No insulation gainst
the cold, a wig I got in mind,
But then its two
lots of hair to comb, as well as going blind.
Ya mind is
getting slower, reactions far too late,
The young ones
like to drive, my driving they berate,
A dent or two I
don’t mind, but it frightens them to death,
When they’re
sitting in the back and cannot catch their breath.
So now I try to
look relaxed, put me feet up on me chair
Central heating
turned up, find me glasses and combed me hair,
Slippers on oh
what bliss, the telly’s far too loud,
Lost the bloody
controller now, good job were not too proud.
Owd Fred
