From Heaven To Baby

Who wants to be old, All achy and cold, All wrinkled, All slow, Unable to hold... Onto anything dear, So filled with fear, So fragile, So weak, So stuck in one gear... Like a car that's been used, Sometimes abused, So dented, So broken, So battered and bruised... With a long white beared, With vision impaired, With teeth missing, Nose running, And still no one cared... But now I can't hide, From the joy inside, From meeting you, Once, Before I died!