On Growing Old.
My joints and muscles creak
they feel feeble and weak
out of a chair I shunt
with a mournful grunt
My steps are careful and slow
I will get there I know
destination seems too far
should have taken the car
I wear a dental plate
because of all the sweets I ate
a sweet tooth my downfall
not many teeth left at all.
I take my daily pills
to help with all my ills
I have a jab collection
to guard against infection
Specs give vision clear
distance seen as well as near
my hearing, sound as a bell
I wear hearing aids as well
Climbing stairs I have to stop
to take a breath before the top
on climbing to the top stair
I look around and wonder why I'm there
The joy of another day
to help me on my way
another thing to bless
the good old NHS
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Author:
Langton (
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The good old NHS, keeping you from distress. There's still life in the old horse yet, though I maybe not bet you'll win the 2.30 just yet.
Well crafted…the words stringed so well
You really convey a sense of being well!
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