Variations

For some reason I really like sending up T S Eliot.

I grow old... I grow old

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. 

T S Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old I grow old

And the nurse says I haven't taken my medication this morning either.

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I grow old I grow old

And I think I am having a heart

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I grow old I grow old

I am not wearing any trousers either.

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I grow old

And tomatoes.

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I grow I grow

And life says Deepak Chopra is all about growth

Or is that my daughter

Anyway

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I grow old

Is the train always this late?

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How come I grow old

But don't shrink anything,

Just shrink

Every day the same

But

Less?

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I grow old I grow old

Until one day

I don't.