I'M Raging For Aging
I feel it in my hips,
I feel it in my hands.
I hate the drying lips,
I hate the swollen glands.
The wrinkling of my skin,
The bags under my eyes.
The disappearing grin,
Comes as no surprise.
No more can I taste,
No more can I savor.
The chicken that I baste,
Has lost all its flavor.
Oh, my aching back.
Oh, my tired bones.
Oh, my knuckles crack.
Oh, my constant groans.
The times that I regret.
The times I don't recall.
One thing I need to get,
A complete overhaul.
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