As my blue jeans fade, <br />the wear and tear starts to show. <br />I am sure it's been a decade <br />to throw them out, would bring such sorrow <br /> <br />Time seams to be running out, <br />my hair is thinning no doubt. <br />I'll have to start combing it a different way, <br />cause there's no way I'm getting a toupee. <br /> <br />The smile on my face is also sagging <br />and when I walk my feet are dragging. <br />Getting old is not much fun, <br />but I still am my mothers son.<br /><br />David Darbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fade-away/
