So as a man I fall down
head in the gutter
of all that is wrong
and get a ******* fly right in the eye
making them water
people pass
no one asked
a thing at all
pick me up off the floor
and just walk on
eye stream down my face
forgive them
as they know nothing
it is just my soul has come to pass
no fun getting old.

Owww what a night
seen so many good people her tonight
liking my play on words
am I dreaming
or is this **** true
all I know
is
I will awake tomorrow
get cramp
and
then my day starts
properly fall out of bed
then forget.

Mind over matter
I find
most things I think
people do not understand
antimatter

and

Matter
don't mix.

Somewhat explosive
fizz, fizz,
look at them
percussion words.

But I am
really nice
nothing to think of
have two grandchildren.
no longer a wife
and two great kids
so why
do I fined I'm all alone.

If I lift
my left leg
ow look there is my foot
let me walk on it
I will take a mile
or maybe more
farted in the lift today
as people just got on
pressed the button for the 7th flour
believe me
that was wrong
on so many levels.

Old age is
when the balloon
you tugged on as the kid
was a Led Zepplin
and when the sabbath came around
you didn't
know who you're mom was or is
and Floyd did not cook
just made some really great sounds
t-rex was not a dinosaur
but danced around in furs
and the status quo
was just three cords.

Being sixty-two
don't call me old
done more living than you
so I think
I am abler than you
to know my own mind.

Yes some days
I forget names
but is that really important
in this day age and time
I still know
my thoughts are my own.

Only sometimes
dribble down my chin
and that is mostly
when I'm ******
or ******
**** just thought.

This year
I will turn
******* Sixty Three
book my wheelchair
I feel like I'm getting old.

Now as a security guard
I wear a yellow high vis
flys, wasps, and bees
like to visit this
as they
I am sure
do think
I am a big flower.

But my hippy days have gone
and the buzzing and humming
drives me mad
you can often see my hands
swiping and chopping
the air
I am not mad
It's just the bee, and flys are there.