OLD AGE

I look at my hair it's parting like the red sea,the mirror in the morning  is playing tricks on me ,

My legs have varicose veins on my legs looking like railway tracks,

When I move I creak and groan I need oiling ,

My memory is like a goldfish put on repeat,

The Doctor gives me more pills I am convinced that I rattle when  I walk,

People say poor old soul,I only  coming  up to sixty you know,

I not quite dead yet but I overwhelming get bothered by those infernal life assurance aids,

I have no desire to go to the great beyond yet,

If I do just a simple funeral for me,no wake just get some fish and chips,.

It's time to finish this ode with a quote from a friend, yes old age is shit.

REVERBERATE BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

REVERBERATE BY MARK ANTONY RAINES 

REVERBERATE TAUNT OR BAIT MILITARY DECORATION, 

WAR AND PEACE AUTHOR DIFFERENT INDIVIDUAL,

SOUNDS DOVE MAKES EXCAVATE,

CLERGYMAN S DWELLING  UNLICENSED RECORDING, 

PART OF FOOT AFRICAN RIVER SELECTED PASSAGE,

LINCOLNSHIRE LOCATION CANINE AID TO SIGHT,

GRAVEN IMAGE SANTAS  BASE,

SHORT DAGGER TIGHTLY DRAWN EXCEEDINGLY, 

LOSER AT WATERLOO LIGHT BISCUITS EGG DISH,

FEEL REMORSE JOHANN SEBASTIAN, 

SOUND FROM STY CURVED STRUCTURE.