Seventy two
And what to do?
Whatever we tried
The cats still died.
Dollars and cents
Tured into pence.
Though skin may sag
And the body a drag
All turns to dust
Along with lust.
Just don't despair
You've still got hair.
And I love you.
And that's still true.
That should be enough.
I know it's tough
But don't be blue
Cos' at seventy two.
I still love you.