Getting Old
Getting old
When I was young I never thought about getting old
The years have past and I still hate the cold
When I was young I didn’t ever think
My life could pass by in just a blink
Now I’m one of the old men
It’s a big change from way back when
Some days it can be hard to get dressed
It’s a little easier to get undressed
It can be hard to put on shoes
I also need to turn up the sound to hear the news
Driving can be hard for some of us
We give up the car and take the bus
What may be hardest is to go to bed with a friend
Hoping to make it to the end
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