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The older I get, the more I forget the names of colors.
Would you call this paint amber, burnt ochre, or clay?
Would it were the same with all of my dolors.
But age hasn’t washed my dolors away.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead.
Rather have everyone don a motley party hat.
And if anyone's inclined to cry,
please say, "Don't shed a tear for this old guy,
cuz he's living it up ~ in the sweet bye and bye.

Only two o'clock ~ still an hour till it's three.
Time's passing slower than eternity.
Now it's four, and as even the clock's cookoo can see ~
I'm having trouble with this end-of-life monotony.
How much longer till it's five o'clock ~
and I can put my head of lettuce on the chopping block?

Tick ~ tock ~
tick ~ tock ~
tick~ tock...

That's life ~ in a game with grandpa ~
running down the clock.

I'm pretty pissed at Fate.
For winning the Lotto, it's gotten to be pretty damn late.
I'm nearing my deathbed,
and I haven't scored a winning ticket yet!
How much longer does Fate ~ expect me to wait?

As I reflect on my old body’s daily decay, 
I wonder ~ did God really mean to do it this way?
Couldn't He have let me journey to life's end, whole and entire,
instead of having part after part of me periodically misfire?
You assert emphatically, "Yes! He really meant to do it this way!"
Okay.

If I were to die today, that would be okay.
I don't have a thing on my plate today anyway.
And I'm certainly ready for some new adventures ~
I'm pretty sick of doing take-out with these rickety dentures.
But I wonder ~ how long till they find me ~ and what will they say?

My route home seems to have been mislaid.
I have a feeling I've walked way past the Fire Brigade.
And where's that street
where the park and the bicycle path meet?
God, I'm completely lost! ~ God, help me!
I'm shaking I'm so afraid.

When you're old, you know what's really insane?
It's when you're going down memory lane,
but you find nobody there
with whom a memory to share.
And you ask yourself ~ am I even in the right brain?

You know how it is
when cola loses its fizz?
That's kinda what happened here.
And what can I say but, 'Sorry, my dear?'
I kinda feel like I've flunked the pop quiz.

One thing when you get this old ~
is that your body can get so unbearably cold,
because your skin gets so thin,
it lets all the iciness in,
and then a hot partner is worth their weight in gold.
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