First the knees, then the hips,
This aging thing ain't for weak little pips!
Eyes that no longer focus
On my newspaper as I read,
Trying to remember for the doc
How many times each night I've peed.
Something's tightened up over there,
Something else just gave me a scare.
Then something cracked when I tried to bend,
Just one more thing - it never ends.

We're all aging bozos on this bus
We the proud, the brave, the Fifty Plus!