I do not like age 59.
It wouldn’t wish it on a swine.
I do not like the wrinkles plain
I would not like it on a train.
I do not like it here or there.
I do not like it anywhere.
My hair is grey, what hair is there
And that hair is spreading everywhere
It’s in my ears and in my nose
And do not even look down at my toes.
My nightly rises, my bones all creak
Why up so much? Don’t look, don’t peak
I can’t eat wheat, it makes me fart
And Pizza, oy!, it makes me shart
My eyes are fading, getting worse
Even my complaints have gone to verse
But I have a good life, a husband and a dog
My mind is clear, not in a fog
And so, I age, happy as can be
But still, I wish I was thirty three