Old Reprobate Poem by Frederick Nellist

Long in tooth still inclined
But energy confined
My mirror doesn't recognise
Not a sight for sore eyes.

Obituaries read most every day
It's okay I can stay
An excuse for me to fantasise
And make a few loud war cries.

An ancient offender minus youth
Described often as being uncouth
Outrageous actions for a bet
Some life left in the old dog yet.

Yesterday well lived never a saint
Society demanding some restraint
My footsteps ever been far flung
Still can hear the bells I've rung.

My life's been lived now or never
Not quite reached my end of tether
My get up and go got up and went
What the hell, money well spent.