You're Not Middle Aged Yet You Think? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Old age then your backaches
becomes a viaduct arch of pain
foundation's get subsidence
you lose 10inches all elegance

Inner thoughts your opinion towers
your judgments still acquire
unremitting unquestioned respect
old age is senile let's not forget

You're misunderstood, too proud
to listen to wear a hearing aid
yelling above the common-crowd
false Orange tan what a masquerade

A grandmother in her pre-war paint,
an atheist till age 78 still hitting the town
so I mock the aged and the antiquated?
'You're not middle-aged, yet, you think oh, you silly clown.'