You know you’re old when people give up their seats for you on a bus.
You know you’re old when the word ‘run’ sends a shiver through you.
You know you’re old when you contemplate hiring a gardener.
You know you’re old when your arm aches just stirring the stew.

You know you’re old when you start sentences with, ‘In my day..’
You know you’re old when if struggle putting your socks on.
You know you’re old when if struggle taking your socks off.
You know you’re old when talking to Frank and you think it’s John.

You know you’re old when it takes twice as long to look half as good.
You know you’re old when you start repeating things over and over.
You know you’re old when your back goes out more than you do.
You know you’re old when you start repeating things over and over.

You know you’re old when the chemist has become your best friend.
You know you’re old when it takes two tries to get up from the chair.
You know you’re old when you think happy hour is an afternoon nap.
You know you’re old when you sink your teeth into a steak, and they stay there.