Your an old man

If the days are getting shorter
and your eyes are closing tight
and your wrapped up nice and cosy
by about nine o'clock at night

if you'd rather sit than stand
because your legs can't take the weight
leaving a simple game of chess
because you call eight o'clock's late

a cup of tea every ten minutes
with your slippers its like heaven
settling down to watch Eastenders
at a standard half pass seven

you prefer a good home cooked meal
than that "crap" they sell at stores
your poor aching body hurts
by six your rubbing your sores

when your saying "back in my day"
then forget what you were saying
and your waking even earlier
you call five o'clock a lay-in

people are repeating what they said
because you didn't catch a word
yet complain about the music
calling volume four absurd

you've got kids and grand kids
telling them adventure stories
tell them hundreds of successes
when it was only about three glories

you know all about the sixties
seventies, eighties, nineties too
spent them with your sweetheart
when she died you broke in two

you don't do much anymore
just the things I've just said
your friends have all died off
your the only one who isn't dead