91 TODAY
Today, I am the Christmas birthday boy
With my shiny blue mobility scooter toy
I can whizz around with variable power
reaching speeds of 4-ish miles per hour
No road tax, or fancy insurance to pay
No fossil fuel or prohibitive parking bay
I never realized it could be so much fun
racing along to the monolithic age of 91
I take tablets for this & that every day
Keeping the grim reapers interest at bay
I Got me dentures & a good head of hair
got all me marbles an the up & down chair
I’ve had me covid jabs and cataract done
But the battle with health will never be won
Lose me specs, occasionally forget my zip
and snore out loud during after dinner kip
But I am so lucky.What more can I ask ?
new leg would be useful to help daily tasks
Still,If it’s Okay with pension people & you
I’ll just carry on until calendar says I’m 92
And finally
Greetings to all you old codgers out there
hope you hang in there, till Christmas next year