Three score years and 10 we’re told
Is when we really are approaching old
So let me say at this late date
That really old is 88.
My hair is gone, that is the truth
I’m also getting “long in the tooth.”
The water works are doing fine
The weight is still in manageable line
The balance, though, has gone askew
The eyesight has undergone renew
The mind is sharp, the wit is too
The appetite requires a few
Adjustments here and there
To help me to regrow my hair.
The energy that once was good
Has left my legs, that feel like wood.
They won’t respond when I need them to
So a pedalling machine will have to do.
So when you visit my humble home
Remember not to bring a comb
But talk with voice that is slow and clear
To help me understand and hear
You clearly as you say
You’re 88 –
Hip hip hooray!
Ralph Meyer, Sechelt