Growing Old
Growing old is not for sissies
And I know that for a fact
Didn’t really become convinced
Until now to be exact
Remembering my working years
And how I’d think to myself
I can do whatever I want
When this job's on the shelve
When you retire, that’s almost true
Except it’s not like your plan
Instead of “whatever I want”
More like “whatever I can”
How I hated the alarm clock
Always wanted to sleep in
Now there’s no alarm going off
I’m wide awake before then
My high school graduating class
Gets e-mails, which were a hit
With updates about our classmates
Now all I get are obits
I used to think that once retired
I’d have lots of time to burn
How did I have time for a job?
I’m short on time now, I’ve learned
The Dr. Appointments alone
Take up so much of my time
Why am I in their waiting room?
Actually, I’m feeling fine
Yeah, growing old is tough enough
I’ve come to this conclusion
What you’re expecting it to be
Is only an allusion
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