Getting Old Sucks Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Is getting old, catching yourself saying, when I was your age,
or looking at old rock stars, and thinking you look good for your age.

You start to think your friends, are really looking old,
You sing along with you favorite songs, that are over forty years old.

When you wash your head, down the drain, go's all your hair,
then you look in the mirror,
and notice, your ears, and nose are growing hair.

You can drive down the highways, and name all the old cars,
You notice one house payment, cost as much, as your first car.

You look in the mirror, and see more wrinkles, growing on your face,
You ride in an elevator, and the music, puts a smile on your face.

You look around at a rock concert,
and notice everyone, is younger than you,
you look in the obituaries, for all thee people,
who died younger than you.

You start growing gray hairs, on your body,
in places they don't sell dye for,
You walk into a room, and can't remember what your looking for.

Your arms are not long enough, to hold a book, and read it,
fun becomes like life insurance,
the older you get, the more it cost to have it.

When you need help, blowing out candles, on your birthday cake,
when you talk about the weather, more than five minutes a day

Searching for your glasses, when they are resting on your head,
trimming nose hair more often, than hair on your head.

If you are old enough to know better, you are too old to do it,
by the time we have made it, we have had it,
the main thing about getting old is, there is no future in it.

In this life, if you live to be old, during your turn,
for most of us, the only gold we will see,
in our golden years, will be in our urine.