Age is but a number

As time flies by things start to change,

Your nipples scrape the floor,

Your skin starts to age,

Hairs grow from your chin and wont go away,

You start to go deaf,

And misunderstand what I say,

Your arse gets flatter,

And dimples appear,

Underneath all of this you are still here,

You start to go blind,

And need Jam Jars to see,

You are so kind,

You mean so much to me,

As old age sets in,

You forget our names,

Shouting anything from Fred, Harry and Dave,

Your pits and legs like a lions mane, 

Cos you can never be bothered to shave,

But at the end of the day,

 I wouldn't change a thing,

Cos life without you is worth nothing.