Old Muso, now you’re older,
Does your guitar arm get cramp?
Are nerve ends numb and colder,
When you lift up your new amp?
Have you noticed, in your voice,
A slight disturbing wobble?
And are you finding packing up
A little too much trouble?
Have all those constant set-ups
Been repeating like a wheel?
Have the late night parties
Lost their rampant sex appeal?
Do you sometimes lose your place,
Half way through a song?
And have you ever noticed that you
Play the third chord wrong?
Old Muso, you are older,
But your pulse will always beat,
To the sound you make upon the stage,
Until the song’s complete.