I Want to be Old

I want to be old
and creek by the fire
I want to smell of rotting wood
it's all I desire
I want my joints to seize up
I want my legs to ache
I want my eyesight to fail
I want my skin to flake
to be old
I want to be old

I want false teeth
and not be able to chew
I want to be senile
a centigenarian fool
I want lots of wrinkles
want my hearing to go
I want to be ignored
and I want to be slow
to be old
I want to be old