Fifty

Fifty years of a journey past
In the blink of an eye it went so fast
Fifty years, six hundred months
However you look at it you’ve been here yonks!

Fifty years, it can’t be that long
Your calculations are out, you must be wrong
Fifty years, but it seems so short
Grandfather Time he’s got me caught!

Fifty years of sunsets, fifty years of dawns
Many late nights and early morns
Fifty years of lunches, fifty years of dinners
My body feels old where are my slippers?

Fifty years and the memory starts to go
I’m forty today, didn’t I tell you so?
Fifty years, over the hill
Cresting another, I’ll make it.……….I will!

As sixty approaches denial is key
Retirement looms, thank God I’ll be free
I’ll have lots of time to do what I want
But my will has left my body it can’t!

I’ll get a free bus pass and a seat for OAP’s
I want to drive but I can’t find my keys
My hands are shaky, my legs rubbery too
It’s all going wrong I can’t make it to the loo

I’ll smell of pee and dribble on my chest
Wear a dirty, smelly, old yellowing vest
My vision has gone, life is so unfair
And long ago I got grey in my hair

So there in my nursing home room I’ll sit
Giggling, rambling and smelling of shit
I’ll know no more about this life of mine
Oblivious and content just to live out my time!