Neither conjugal aid Nor congenial maid Either congenital raid Or conjunctional braid
Torment of the dragging years Accent of the nagging fears Advent of the painful tears Fervent of last love of dears
Ordained ordeal of orderly life, Worsened sneaking wrinkles, Creeks and cracks etching deeper, Life after all, is a withering leaf.
Passing through the moments Of the daunting dauntless days The ultimate minute is not too far To call it a day any day by far And bounce back to the code of abode