Look at my wrinkled hand

It wasn’t like that before

Why are my knees hurting so

When I get up to answer the door

Why do I feel so tired these days

I’ll be better when I’ve had a nap

Turn on the telly, if you please

But I bet it’s all going to be crap

What day is this and who are you

I don’t recognise anyone now

Childhood memories are crystal clear

But yesterday’s not there anyhow.