The place I now live in, I call a hovel, as opposed to an abode
I'm much slower now, hence the use of the commode,
I used to speak German, English, and knew the Morse code,
Nowadays I can't remember my phone number or postcode,
I used to have good hearing, eyesight, and yet no forbode,
Now they have all started to fail, dim, and corrode,
I used to be mobile, fit, sporty, brave, and shopped at C&A Mode,
Now I'm ill, unhealthy, broke, and struggle to cross the road,
The bladder always warning me that it's about to explode or implode,
Life, reactions, finances, hopes, dreams, and my will-power have slowed,
I'm concerned that other vital departments of my body will further erode,
Will I be given a little longer, a chance of another episode?,
In a year's time, will I be here to write you another ode?
