My body seems to wobble,

When I take a walk,

I always seem to dribble,

When I try to talk.

My hair has lost its patience,

Its up and flown away,

And I am just left hoping,

My teeth decide to stay.

Don't ask about a six pack,

I'll buy one at the shop,

And with regard to buttocks,

They upped and took a drop.

I still dress in high fashion,

I like to stay in style,

I must admit, however,

Dressing takes a while.

Children help me, cross the street,

If I like, or not,

It's not that I'm not grateful,

To the little snots!

It seems that I,

Have now grown old,

Effortlessly, it seems,

It really doesn't matter, I'm young within my dreams.

A/N You'll all get there. :)))))))))))))))

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Owain Glyn