Still Hanging

My life has been a wonder, how I wonder where it went I wish I’d kept a journal to record the days I spent So wishing for a future that is now a fading past I hardly can remember cause I’ve aged so goddam fast. I’ve tried to quit the smoke and drink but that was just too hard I find it difficult these days to tidy up my yard My wife has passed and she was cook so often I’m without My eyes are bad, my liver’s shot, I suffer with the gout I chase the girls but never catch and that is just as well I’m not the man I used to be I’m sure that they could tell My children now avoid me cause they say I’m such a grouch They always nag away at me to get up off the couch. My steps are not as nimble cause my cane gets in the way I go to church more often and in there I kneel and pray That if my number’s over soon, I hope my soul’s not lost And at the gates of heaven by St. Pete I don’t get tossed. This mind is not as sharp these days my skin is not as taut That I would live forever is the way I think I thought. The wall gets closer every day and yes I feel the squeeze But till they fit me for the pine I’ll do as I damn please.