Bending down without something creaking.
Finishing a piss without a bit leaking.

Getting into a chair without a sigh or a groan.
Eyebrows that don’t have a mind of their own.

Being able to see over my belly.
Not falling asleep in front of the telly.

Remembering faces and the names that go with em.
Thinking for one moment that I ever had rhythm.

Thinking I’m a dead set hit with the lasses.
Where the ruddy bloody hell are my glasses?

A sesh on the ale and feeling OK
Not hangovers that last for more than a day.

Not worrying about the state of my heart.
Being able to trust a fart.

A full luscious mane without the grey hairs.
Remembering why I went upstairs. 

Listen to the radio without every song sucking.
Ears that don’t need continual plucking.

Being a thrusting jet-setting go-getter…
That sounds a bit much. Cup of tea? Ahh, that’s better.