Father Time Has Made Me Lose My Prime

Its a shame how less and less My dream is in total distress For staying youthful and not growing old--but each day it is showing More and more-it will not end There's no cure--I'm at the end Of keeping myself free of age Each day brings another stage There are wrinkles on my wrinkles Its hard to hold in my tinkles Walking one step takes forever My smart brain's no longer clever I creek with every little move Tryna find my happy groove I could be toy silly putty From skin sagging on my body My eyesight's blurry and double Making frightful mirror trouble Aches and pains in joints and bones Causing monstrous loud groans Nap time is now a routine Sleeping "granny's" a funny scene I think there's reason for complaining To a certain someone I'm blaming Father time please hear my "booing" For the things you have been doing