Guess I'M Getting Old
GUESS I'M GETTING OLD
Woke up this morning,
And can't turn over,
Because of the pain,
In my hip and my shoulder.
Finally drag myself,
Out of the bed,
Limp into the bathroom,
This head fog to shed.
Soak out the pain,
In a nice warm bath,
Dry my hair and shake off,
Last night's aftermath.
There's someone in my mirror,
That can't be me,
She's wrinkled and old,
And can hardly see.
Ignore her and maybe,
She'll just go away,
But I'm kidding myself,
That old bat's here to stay.
Now I'm dressed and I'm ready,
To begin my day,
Feed the cat, walk the dog,
Run some errands and play.
By the end of the day,
I'm limping again,
It's the price I must pay,
For a life fillled with sin.
My leg hurts, my neck hurts,
There's pain in my head,
But pain can be good,
'Cause it means I'm not dead;
Yet.
Judy Ball
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