I wear a youngman clothes no more
It is Friday night and am tucked in at 10 pm
Quiet music please am reading a book
I have lost a few friends recently
No, dropped a few friends
I now enjoy a small circle, no fuss

Yes, my knees creak at times
I can't go long without a need to leak
The wear and tear is clear
Luckily, the mind is still clear
I dread when it will turn foggy
How time humbles