A Regular Joe
I used to be something special
But now I'm just a regular Joe
I used to be able to carry a tune
But now my gravely voice is too low
I used to be able to dance a jig
I could even do a doe see doe
But now arthritis has hobbled me some
So now I'm just a regular Joe
I used to be something special
With all that long curly brown hair
Now when I give that mirror a gaze
I can see there isn't much up there
I can't sing, dance or grace a mirror
But I heard you reap what you sow
I earned what I got, special or not
I'd rather be a regular Joe
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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