One hand on my britches

Written by: Donald J Bennett

One hand on my britches keeps them from falling down
One hand on my cane, which helps keeps me off the ground
I know a solution must be found, I can’t decide just what kind
I’ve been analyzing the situation; but it rather puzzles my mind
Could be gravity tugging on them that has them in such a rush
Or is it my belly hanging out there that has given them a push
I know I was looking for something; I guess I’ll just look around
I am hoping that I will know it whenever it is when it is found
I believe that I was headed out for somewhere
Must find my jacket; nothing else fit to wear
I certainly have my hands full, as anyone can see
I know that I have to get going; but damn, now I have to pee