Sweet Smell of Success

These days, I get the sweet smell of success, by just waking up!
Hooray, I made it through.
Yesterday, I finished my book
The smell of success, right on cue.

Again today in the shower I climbed, over the bath bubbled lined,
That amazing feeling without falling over
But only attempted … when perfectly sober.
Keeping my balance, I talk to myself
Concentrate! … Hang on to the shelf.

Now; I’ve got to get out … if I want to progress
And smell the sweet flavour, of my success.
I’m still able to dress, no problem at all
And walk to the shop … without a fall.

But oh!! … I can’t wait, and have to confess
To get my foot through the leg holes -Then! The sweet smell of success.
Instead I end up – a heap on the carpet
My jumper pulled up, well under my armpit.

Some days it’s worse when the leg hole is full
And I’ve put two legs and feet in… my life’s never dull!
The sweet smell of success can alter with age
It can be bitter sweet dressing in beige.

When colours were once filling wardrobes
And one gadding off around the globe.
Diet changes too, meat you can’t chew
And crunching on nuts is quite dicey.

Then having to ask when out for a meal
‘Something please, not too spicy’
On a delicate matter …one must be near loo’s
And avoid causing mayhem and hullabaloos
But age is success, sweet smelling and true.