I’m getting old!

Oh dear, what is happenin’ to me? I used to be able to see And although I do try to hear It’s harder now both far and near

When once I used to rush around I’ve now got much less leap and bound My bones have all started to creak Plus now some limbs are getting weak

And as for all of my white hair That truly leads me to despair Like when I walk in through the door And can’t think what I came there for

I’m hoping that it’s just my age That I’ve now reached the senior stage I wouldn’t say I’m over the hill But may be more prone to get ill!