After climbing the stairs,
And reaching the top,
After pausing for breath,
And having to stop.
As it’s no longer clear,
As to why you are here.
Is it me, or is it my age?
Policemen look younger,
And don’t seem as smart.
You have to sit down more,
Because of your heart.
And the kids of today,
Speak in a strange way.
Is it me, or is it my age?
Whilst reading the papers,
Propped up in your bed.
Loosing your specs,
On the top of your head.
Then somebody checking,
To make sure you’re not dead.
Is it me, or is it my age.
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