As my blue jeans fade,
the wear and tear starts to show.
I am sure it's been a decade
to throw them out, would bring such sorrow
Time seams to be running out,
my hair is thinning no doubt.
I'll have to start combing it a different way,
cause there's no way I'm getting a toupee.
The smile on my face is also sagging
and when I walk my feet are dragging.
Getting old is not much fun,
but I still am my mothers son.
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fade-away/
