After Sixty

Isn't it nice to be old
And be able to say what you think
To wear what you like, and eat what you like
And go to the pub for a drink.

Isn't it nice to have time
For activities during the day
Leave the washing undone, and stroll in the sun
While others are working away.

At last you can get a night's sleep
And take a nap during the day
Take the phone off the hook, and read a good book
That caller will soon go away.

So life after sixty is fun?
Well nobody wants to complain
But to tell you the truth, we've lost our youth
And wish we were sixteen again.

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