On Reaching State Pension Age

I can accept old age.

It’s better than dropping down dead.

You can still dance and sing,

Even have the odd fling,

Or just spend the whole day in bed.

I’m reconciled to old age,

A fair price for longevity.

No-one cares how you look.

You’ve got time for that book.

It sure beats the hell out of brevity.

Cheer up and embrace old age

And make each new day unsurpassed.

Why not take up the flute?

Why not spend all your loot

And be sure to go out with a blast?

There’s no option but old age.

So take the bad stuff on the chin.

Yes, you’ve got very plump

With a massive great rump

But never mind, slap on a grin.

The ravages of old age

Can be very hard to face.

Your hair and your gums

Become best of chums

Receding together apace.

Yet on the whole old age

Can still be a dizzying feast.

So let’s raise a glass

Because this too shall pass

And one day you’ll be the deceased.