When I reach old age I’d like to be, Happy and healthy and fancy-free, Have time to listen to others woes! And bend and stretch and touch my toes! Maybe find lots of new things to do, Like ski-ing, surfing or even Kung-fu; Learn a new language, like Ga or Twi, Or go on a cruise to warm Napoli. They say that old-age has aches and pains And dozens of medicines with unpronounceable names. There are pills of all colours, And confusing sizes, Each have a strange outcome, And even stranger surprises! But, for me, old age is a far-off state, As I, dear reader, ‘am a “young 88”‘! So, I’ll keep on going, who cares what “they” say! Get up each morning, and welcome each day!