Golden Year's

My guild of Golden Year's .. I'v had the quantity of life and it's quality now it is a battle of aches and shakes all day. Hey malady ! Why do you usher affliction.. After many romantic sunset's seen and all that jazz on the bob and boogie blues scene ... Comes a bumpy trauma to a years declining. You have experienced the layers of betrayal's And nearly married plenty cinderella's Drank many beer's and stopped many tears. Now at the golden years The body parts are limbo And not fit as dingo Once I was a Fred Astaire Now something wants to do nothing Keep the whoopee ! And savvy the golden years Though .. The arm's void the legs The cargo is heavy The toe's they stay close The heels are a struggling wagon There is no dash And the body is medicine gewgaw The eyes are a tired watchman Nothing is up and about Germs and moustache aqaint Past the prime But not senile Life is for the living Sipping gin and lime Passing time And I don't mind The staying alive On the porch In my guild of Golden years.