Is my time near
In this ache I feel
My grey turned coat
All lined and creased
An age forgotten
Long time before
A past now gone
I walk the door

Is hair gone thin
A sign I'm past
All creaking bones
Brittle bashed
Teeth of gold
In eaten much
Welter weight
I'd love to run

Is clothes of shade
All brown and tan
My only chance
To join the clan
A stick to bash
Some purple rinse
I know I'm old
Let moan commence