Old Men's Blues Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

We shamble about like physical wrecks
And can hardly remember when we last enjoyed sex,
We're feeling frustrated but can get no relief
'Cos our manhood has wilted like a limp lettuce leaf! !
As likely as not we're sleeping alone
And it's pain not pleasure that's making us moan,
So we're forced to face up to the horrible truth
That we'll never recover the joys of our youth!
That's how it feels with one foot in the grave
And we can't run away so we have to be brave,
Each dog has its day when all's said and done
It's sad that it's over, but boy was it fun! !