Getting Old
My friends are convalescing
In their beds they lay
The truth there lies before me
Future come what may
Aches are my companion
Pain a faithful friend
Rigor mortis is a buddy of mine
He’ll be there in the end
The nurse is such a sweetie
Gives me what I wish
I know she means so very well
Just wish she spoke English!
The future is so bright
It glows an urgent red
It’s supposed to call the doctor
The janitor came instead
I guess I better stop right now
I think its best I pause it
Seeing I went number one
Inside the clothing closet!
David Kettler
1/06/19.
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