I had a look, and I don't think anyone has mentioned Steve Ashley's wonderful 'Rough with the Smooth'. Lyrics;
The Rough with the Smooth (by Steve Ashley)

What a summer we've had - the weather's been bad
And it looks like we're in for some more
It's good for my peas and bad for my knees
And Lord knows they do get sore
But I won't complain if the wind and the rain
Both do as the Lord wants them to
When you're seventy-two there's not much to do
But to just take the rough with the smooth

Arthritis moved in all under my skin
Now he treats every joint as his own
And it's down comes the rain and he digs in the pain
And it's right down into the bone
It makes me to stumble - it makes me to crumble
Till I'm humble right down to my shoes
When he calls in on you there's not much to do
But to just take the rough with the smooth

My daughter's been good - she's done all that she could
To keep me from ending up here
She said if I cared I could move in with her
But of course, I answered, "No fear!"
I don't want no charity, no flannel nor flattery
Your pride is the last thing to lose
I'd far rather stay here out of the way
And just take the rough with the smoooth

Now time's getting on - it's time I was gone
Back home to my home from home
If I had any more I'd be out on the floor
And Christ knows where I would roam
Forgive an old stager a little outrage
Old age must be given its due
Remember you too - whatever you do
You must take the rough with the smooth.

Tim