OT: My days of youth are over

[Frank Olson <Use_the_email_links@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

I found this little poem in a stack of old papers.  I don't know the author.


"My days of youth are over
My spark of life is out
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my water spout

Time was, when of its own accord
T'would from my trousers spring
But now it takes a full time job
To find the bloody thing

It used to be quite embarrassing
The way it would behave
For early every morning
It stood and watched me shave
But now I sit and sigh and moan
It sure gives me the blues
To see it hang its withered head
And watch me clean my shoes."