Old Men

Now I'm old and feeble,
And my pilot light is out,
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my water spout.

'Twas a time, when of it's own accord
From my trousers it would spring,
But now I have a part time job
To find the blasted thing.

I used to be embarrased
To make that thing behave,
For every single morning
It would stand and watch me shave.

But as old age approaches
It sure gives me the blues,
To see it hang it's withered head
And watch me tie my shoes