Getting old

I love the taste of single malt
I eat red beef without the salt
On rudder still I keep my hold
Just getting old

My doctors disapprove my views
They say that I will burn my fuse
I always hate to do as told
Just getting old

I’ve demons known who sapped my trust;
They’re greed and gluttony and lust
And yet my soul I never sold      
Just getting old

I never lived in paradise
No faith had I in throwing dice
Or guardians with crowns of gold
Just getting old

When looking from my point of view
I won, my dear, because of you,
Well shielded now from winter cold
Just getting old

I weigh the future and the past
And think about how long I’ll last
I am inquisitive and bold
Just getting old

My angel, please don’t turn away:
I but a short time more will stay
Who thoughts in art have sought to mold.
I'm getting old

And I can tell you, dearest friend
I see the coming of the end.
Two meanings each my words unfold
I'm getting old