Oh no, not that

I will forget who I am when I become an old man and I’ll get that old man smell of stale urine and cheap wine and tobacco

I’ll go out and someone will shout,
‘can you smell that old fart’
and I’ll say,
what? I never farted
because my hearing will have gone
and my eyesight will too
and those eyes once so blue will turn a milky white
turning the brightest of day into the dullness of night

but I’m not old yet
don’t you forget it
and by the time that I am
and become an old man
you’ll be old too and
following through,
you’ll smell as bad as me.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.