Some people say
We’re not getting older
We’re just getting better

The wine will age much better than the face
The candles on the cake seem to spoil the taste
The smile is thin, the skin is thick,
The hands are like a pair of bricks

The wrinkled eyes and the worry lines
The out of date and out of style
And now the out of time
The aches and pains
All the mistakes and all the who’s to blame

Some people say
We’re not getting older
We’re just getting better

The tired legs and the out of breath
The final trip to bed
To drink the final dregs
Shaky and old
The Varicose
The hand on the remote control.