This one started out as a song about aging gracefully, but kinda went sideways from there...

A moderat tempo, bluesy kinda rift... from John Gorka.. with a slight modification that I made so I can sing it...

PEOPLE MY AGE

People my age have started looking gross
I cannot say all, and I shouldn't say most
I've seen 'em in the grocery I've seen 'em up close
People my age have started looking gross

People my age are showing some wear
There's holes where their teeth was
And their heads have gone bare
Their brains are shrinking
Faces shrinking into fat
And as for the mirror
We won't be looking into that

People my age have started looking gross
Maybe not in Colorado or up the Silicon Coast
Back in North Ontario
I'd eat my poutine on toast
Those were my first steps
On the road to looking gross

People my age are looking overripe
Some are getting operations
To tighten up what ain't tight
What gravity's ruined
They try to fix with a knife
What's pleasant in the darkness
Is plain scary in the light

;-)