Come Get Me I Am Ready
Give me that old time loving, that old time loving, that old time loving
What is the old bat singing?
Good grief!
Doesn’t she realize I am not dead yet?
Still here. Breathing in my shallow way. Wishing for a quicker death.
Alzheimer’s makes me so damned angry.
Old time loving in this neck of the woods means the one that got away.
I wish I’d got away.
I never got away.
And now I’m dying, dreaming of the one that actually did get away.
Ah, her hair. Her eyes. Her smile. She was something!
But she ran off with that Johnson boy,
So here I am stuck with Do Do Breath.
“Give me that old time loving, that old time loving, that old time….”
I shut my eyes real tight, remembering the one that got away
My true love.
This woman I’ve been stuck with for fifty-seven years.
She’s nothing to me.
Come get me Alzheimer’s. I’m ready!
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