You're old

by Hayley Horsfield
(CHeltenham, UK)

Your skin is getting saggy,

Your knees are getting weak,
Your hair is sadly thinning,
You bladder has a leak.

There's monies in the bank account
But they are due a spend,
A stair lift is now on order
Because your back will never mend.

Only one year older
Bet it feels much more,
You're forgetting all the stories
About the old days and the war.

Happy birthday I sing to you
No matter how old you are,
But in your last will and testament
Please leave me your car.