Getting Too Old ? by Ian Lewis Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine
Am I really getting too old ?
Well if I am, I just don’t feel it
My hip hurts when it gets cold
At least I’ve got the balls to reveal it

I can’t lie about my age
My face tells it’s own tale
Too many nights on the rampage
Too many drugs, too much ale

I’ve had too many nights out
Partying with the boys
Ruined my voice with a shout
Wrecked my ears with the noise

I’m pretty much a walking wreck
But at least I’ve had my fun
I won’t need my body wherever I go next
When my time has come