Zulu Dawn

When you first hear those fateful words It hits you like a thunderbolt Although totally expected The blood still drains from your face You sit, disbelieving, shocked, numb Not quite able to take it in You ask the usual questions How long have I got, will it hurt Is there nothing that can be done But you know, way down, deep inside This is it, the end is in sight The day you dreaded is finally here That rock and roll lifestyle of old Has come back to bite your backside So you ask the only question That matters to you any more “Will I be able to eat nuts, Once the dentures are in, I mean?”