I've  worked the years to meet each test
As joints grew sore and hair regressed
And little  lenses now I'm needing
For simple times of quiet  reading

So  eyes grow  weak and hair does  flee
But  the  wisdom gained makes a  better  me
While sorting  through life's hills and holes
Found peace and pleasure the truest goals

There standing tall with the all the rest
The neglected pleasures of the flesh
Ah to feel the touch of the gender fair
That I hadn't see but was always there