I will forget who I am when I become an old man and I'll get that old man smell of stale ***** and cheap wine and tobacco

I'll go out and someone will shout,
'can you smell that old ****'
and I'll say,
what? I never farted
because my hearing will have gone
and my eyesight will too
and those eyes once so blue will turn a milky white
turning the brightest of day into the dullness of night

but I'm not old yet
don't you forget it
and by the time that I am
and become an old man
you'll be old too and
following through,
you'll smell as bad as me.