Getting On (2) Poem by Phil Soar

When the hole in your pocket leaves you feeling yourself
And the mark on your underpants stains and it smells
When the spots on your face make a mess when they're squeezed
Or that pain in your arse, brings you down on your knees
Just accept that you're older, and that's no disgrace
All the things now affecting you are commonplace
And when they get worse, you will wish you had died
And not sit there farting, from the terrors inside