Old age crept up on me, I should have seen the warning signs

She crept up, oh so sneakily, and etched my face in lines

I should have seen her coming but I looked the other way

She crept up, oh so furtively, and turned my hair all grey

 

Old age plays a cunning trick, she’s crafty and she’s mean

She dulls your eye sight slightly so you can’t see where she’s been

It took a while for me to see I’d left my youth behind

Perhaps she dims your vision as a way of being kind

 

What they say is true though, inside you feel the same

You still feel like a teenager but look like an old dame

It seems like only yesterday, people would say to me

“You don’t look old enough”, they’d say, “to be a mum of three”

 

Nowadays things are different though, when I meet someone new

They say “have you got grandchildren?”, to be fair, I have got two

But I still feel super youthful, I don’t feel like a grandma

OK I’m no spring chicken but have things really gone that far?

 

I had a shock last summer, now I know old age is here

She hit me like a juggernaut, a message crystal clear

I got on a busy train, going to see a friend

All glammed up and ready for a girlie weekend

 

But as I passed along the carriage, melting in the heat

An old lady saw me coming and she offered me her seat

I was absolutely gutted, to say I felt quite glum

Honestly, I could have cried, she was older than my mum

 

I pretended not to notice, resolutely walked on by

Crushed inside, mortified, but held my head up high

Clearly one of us is deluded, please don’t say you think it’s me

She was knocking 80, I’m not yet 63!