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Old as Mud - 23/05/2000

I must be getting old - the music's far too loud,
it's shaking my skull, as I fight through the crowd.

I must be getting old - there's far too much smoke,
I think I've lost a lung, and I'm trying not to choke.

I must be getting old - the bar's far too congested,
it's getting rather irksome; I want a drink unmolested.

I must be getting old - the drinks are far too sweet,
sticky, sickly syrups, the floor's tacky at my feet.

I must be getting old - the prices are far too high,
that girl is over-friendly, but I can't be bothered to lie.

I must be getting old - the girls are far too young,
pre-pubescent in appearance, drunk and highly-strung.

I must be getting old - at the sights I'm appalled,
couples are cavorting and girls are being mauled

I must be getting old - I used to drink and dance till dawn,
it's quarter past eleven and I'm stifling a yawn.

I must be getting old - every other drink's a coke,
if it weren't I be unconscious, the butt of every joke.

I must be getting old - yet maybe it's a good thing,
though growing old in general has a bitter sting.
 
© Nicholas Vosper 2001