Let The Cab Go, Love.

I cannot count syllables!
So, roughly, this is supposed to be to the tune of
ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY ... with due and undue apologies to all concerned!

On this side of fifty,
With hair white like snow
I lost my dear taxi
For running too slow.

Now shopping's a pleasure
But hard on the feet
And to catch that dear taxi
I had youngsters to beat.

Let the cab go, love
Let the cab go
Those youngsters run faster
Just let the cab go.

A cab will just drop you
To that big old mall
But sprinting at your age
Will end in a fall.

So let the cab go, love
Let the cab go
Those youngsters run faster
Just let the cab go!

Thanks to LJPC - the tortoise for great suggestions!

Thanks Norbanus for Review of "Let The Cab Go, Love." !