Aged 103

Aged 103

You know when you’re getting old,
When you buy a little pill pot,
And it slowly fills up with your meds,
If you were a horse you’d be shot.

Your appointments you have in your diary,
Are all the ones that relate to the docs,
You seem to have become really clumsy,
You’re prone to stumbles and knocks.

Of course there’s also the dentist,
You’re teeth are all falling out,
You brushed them all so religiously,
That’s what old age is about.

But there’s always the herbal remedies,
We try anything as you can see,
We want to last as long as we can,
And live till a hundred and three!