Age Of Age
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2010


My finger gets stiffer
My leg gets colder
I'm growing old
I'm growing older

Will I outlast
My longlost past
Will I outlive
My former class

My back gets tenser
My eyesight gets dim
I'm growing grey
I'm growing thin

Will I outlast
My life at last
Will I outlive
My friends and fans

I can still think
I can still dance
I can still stand
In combatent stance

I can still still
My thirst for fill
I can still live
I can still live