Getting Old Blues

When I didn’t need to make lists all the time
To make sure that I wouldn’t forget
Then having to turn the house upside down
For that list that is missing yet

Please bring back the days when I sported
And ran like a hare ’round the track
When all of my muscles were supple
And nothing was wrong with my back.

But I shouldn’t complain, because, after all
I’d sooner have lived that not known Life at all.