The aches and pains that appear from nowhere
That one singular white, hair
Amongst the bareness of my chin
The odd forgetfulness of remembering
Where you put your keys, or time of day
And the acceptance the hairs not white, but grey
The prolonged hangover after a night out
And wondering of what life's all about?
The stalemate, the crossroads, the wall
Understanding now that you're not cool
Looking at lovers far to young
Knowing you could be their dad or mum
A burning need to go back 10yrs
Getting older, brings new fears
Seeing those around you grow
Not wanting to let go
Because in the end you know
The curtain must end on every show!
