Grumpy Old Git

Old age held in fear
feelings so unsound
in my minds eye, memories clear
post puberty abound

once a youngster, bold hormones with a tear
a host of sensations unfound
supped from my father’s beer
ailing, churning unbound

Oh life’s pristine fool, from the path did veer
much uneven ground those virgin feet found
learned lessons and didn’t always hold them dear
oh youth, so arrogant and profound

instead a crock, an old dear, death seems near
teenagers seem to surround
energetic music, tunes from every sphere
wish Old Blue Eyes was around

I’ve become my mother I have found
no longer the callow youth you hear?
experienced, feel I’m on solid ground
damn it I’m old, I’m out of here