Old

When I'm a bit wobbly
and you need wheeling around
we'll still go out
for a lunchtime tipple.

I'll be on brandy
by then and you'll fancy
a nip of rum in your tea
to keep the chills at bay.

Our days will move slowly.
We'll progress along the High Street,
turn left at the jeweller's
and make our way to the bar on the corner.

We'll sit at our usual table
and watch the young world go by.
By then we'll have had enough
of town.

We'll return home,
for wild sex I expect,
or to fall asleep
in front of Countdown.

Mean Old Man