Wise Eyes

A bit of nonsense cobbled together for Carry On Tuesday

When I am old

Does it mean I’ll be wise?

How far will I see

with my tired old eyes?

If I become frail

And a little bit ill

I’ll need to know

What’s over the hill

To see what’s beyond

I’ll climb to the top

At least, that’s the plan

Let’s hope I don’t drop!

Once I am there

I’ll look back on my life

Good times and sadness

Happiness and strife

So if I am wise

And if I can see

And need no assistance

When having a pee

I’ll be happy old chappy!