Here's one that crept up on me. It could be a song of course. Tune of Betsy from Pike.

USED UP OLD MAN

There's no hope at all for a used up old man
And the older I get the more used up I am
But friends and relations all scoff when I say
"It's too many birthdays that made me this way"

It all started back there when I lost my voice
That was the end of my touring, of course
Now I'm losing the hearing in my left ear
And, finally, arthritis is too much to bear.

The first thing I lost was my ability to sing
I got so depressed about this whole thing
It was a rough fall and a hard row to hoe
To end up sounding like an aging tame crow.

But the thing I miss most from my lost former glory
Are the dearest of friends who carried my story
Our good times together on this earth are done
Their bodies now gone, but our souls ever one

But this story won't end on a note of sad loss
You'll be tempted to think I've been hitting the sauce.
Most parts are still working, I'm still of good cheer
There'll be no complaining 'cause hey, I'm still here!