Me Dads Advice

I was working on my motorbike

A real labor of love

When my fingers got so sore

Tight like in a glove

It’s a real bastard getting old

Ran through my head

I packed it in at four pm

And  tottered off to bed

I went to put my bike boots on

Ended up on the ground

The only way to get them on

Was to do it sitting down

I got a bloody cramp in my foot

While asleep in bed

I had to get up and move around

A kind of pain I dread

I tried to stretch my toes out 

Crippled with a sting

Nothing made it any better

A sorry song I did sing

Getting up off the couch at night 

You’ll see a crooked man

It takes about five minutes

If I can follow the plan

It’s a real bastard getting old

Ran through my head

I packed it in at ten pm

And tottered off to bed

I collapsed upon my lovely bed

Then had to bloody pee

Getting up in a real panic

A funny site to see 

At two o’clock nature called

Replayed it all gain 

I could sleep twelve hours

When younger man

At four o’clock and six oclock 

Upon the merry go round

I can’t move a bloody limb

Without making a sound

It’s a real bastard getting old

Ran through my head

I packed it in at eight am

Stayed up out of bed

Getting old is bloody painful

My old man used to say

Something hurts every morning

That didn’t hurt yesterday

My feet are sore back is crook 

Ankles and knees go click

I can do just about anything

Just no where near as quick 

My life is good I’m still alive

I give thanks every day 

All me ache’s and pains are with me

They get me thru the day

I wouldn’t be dead for quid’s

Bobby said it and I agree

I will keep on going forward 

And I can still flaming see        

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