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Old age
Silently she strikes
Like a thief in the night
Where will she go? Who knows
Then suddenly Your joints ache in the cold
Your sight which was so strong is ailing
Your lungs rattle and your heart is failing
In some it is slow, the years fall lightly like snow
but only a little each year and then eventually they can't hear
buried by old age too old to be free, so they are caged
Locked in a home
Likely to die alone
In some old age strikes like a sledgehammer
One minute healthy apart from the stammer
The next they creak and crackle when they walk
It hurts them to eat or even to talk
Old age struck again! Where? Nobody knows
Then suddenly Your joints ache in the cold
Your sight which was so strong is ailing
Your lungs rattle and your heart is failing
She will mark us all and death is the only escape
But she hasn't got me yet, and I'm not so easy to break
And as I walk in the home a stench of decay does linger
And I look into the murk and give old age the finger
