Poetry Pleases: The Pleasures Of Old Age
John Ayling found that he was having more fun in old age than he did when he was young.
As dies the dream when comes the day
So passes now my life away
As I sit idly in my chair
Bound by old age that keeps me there
The past and present seem but one
And oft I sleep; my work all done.
Though from my chair I seldom rise
The world comes still before my eyes
Old friends come in to share their news
And then discuss our varied views
The BBC knocks on our door
Which it had seldom done before,
So that it seems I soon shall be
A BBC celebrity
As well as my beloved wife
All this gives interest to life
And makes each passing day more fun
Than e'er it was when I was young.
