Old Bones

I know I’m growing older

My bones they tell me so

It isn’t something I dread

After all the option is to be dead

They say I’m aged and I’m done

Should admit defeat gracefully

Move aside make room for the young

And simply, gracefully move on

I have news for those doomsayers

The thing about us oldies

Is that we are bloody stayers

We don’t regret a moment of our lives

Grateful for the joy so many are denied

So slowly creaking we may be

But don’t you bet on our final demise

Because these old bones are a disguise

We will never admit defeat

We’ll be around much longer yet

The future looks so bright ahead

And by the way –

We are not yet dead