Sands of Time

The list of my shortcomings is not coming up very short The hair that grew on top of my head has decided to abort There are notches on my belt that no longer can I reach The sands of time I have experienced could fill up Myrtle Beach The things that I’ve forgotten outnumber those that I have not When I party late at night, I’m still in bed by ten o’clock Things that I bought brand new are now considered old antiques The skeleton inside me hurts to move and then it creaks But you won’t hear me complaining, at least, not so very loud Because of the accompanying grandchildren of which I’m very proud