My Poetry. Past your sell by date.

 You think you are past your “sell-by date” 
 When aches and pains appear 
 It takes a wee while longer 
 To drink your pint of beer. 
 You cannot hold your water 
 Always bursting at the seams
 You go to bed early
 And hope for decent dreams.
 You wake up during the night
 To have yet another pee
 You do not have the bloody brains
 To turn on a light to see.
 When you fumble back into bed
 The dogs took your bloody place
 So you end up on the cold part
 While he snores out of his face!
 When morning comes eventually
 After another of those restless nights
 You head for the bathroom
 As the cold winter bites.
 The aches and pains still there
 Your knees have a good old “crack”
 As you try to come to some order
 And try to straighten your back.
 All you can do is be pleased
 You have awoken to another day.
 So folks keep on smiling
 It is the only way.