My Poetry. Past your sell by date.

You start to think you're past your "sell-by date"
when sudden aches and stiffness appear.
It takes a frustrating while longer
just to finish your pint of beer.

You simply cannot hold your water,
always bursting right at the seams.
You head off to bed early now,
and desperately hope for decent dreams.

But you wake up during the night,
to have yet another urgent pee.
You don't have the bloody sense
to turn on a lamp so you can actually see!
And when you fumble back into bed,
the dog took your bloody spot, you see!
So you end up on the freezing cold part,
while he snores right out of his face!

When morning finally comes around,
after another of those restless nights,
you stumble for the bathroom,
as the cold winter air bites.
The aches and pains are still there,
your knees give a mighty, loud "crack"
as you try to come to some order
and gingerly straighten your back.

All you can do is be truly pleased
you have awoken to another day.
So, folks, keep on smiling and rolling—
it is honestly the only way!