Trapped down the wrong alley
Only one way to go
Only one way in my life
To old age.
My skin, once tanned and smooth
Now in folds it droops.
My hair, once alive with bounce and so sleek
Now seems to have fallen asleep,
It hangs onto my head
Like a rock hanging over a cliff.
My eyes, once large and blue
Now slits in my face
Like narrow entrances to caves.
So energetic and sporty when young
That was me,
Now my legs, no longer any use
I\'m such a frail sight to see.
Old age has claimed me
It has taken all that I had
Only my memories remain.