Feeling Ancient

Back in the days when I was little

A cave I called my home

My parents were hunter gatherers

In a land where mammoths roamed

A simple life we had back then

A picture of perfection

Yes I sometimes feel that old

When staring at my reflection

OK, I know I exaggerate

But it’s strange what comes into mind

When you get a stark reminder

That the years have been unkind.

My body is a complete wreck

My health is very poor

Stood on the point of extinction

Rather like the dinosaur

Some people try to be helpful

Saying words that may appeal

But it doesn’t work for me

When they say you’re only as old as you feel

And I don’t buy that line

That I am told all the time

That I am getting better with age

Like a vintage bottle of wine

I’ve weathered skin and haggard looks

No hope for this poor patient

With no energy to search for that fountain of youth

I am feeling ancient.