Incontinence

Incontinence (A misery of getting older) By Roy Merritt I have to see the doctor I’m incontinent I’m sure And I’m not very certain that my bladder will endure Yes I’m incontinent with each of nature’s call And that my prostate is as big as a basketball It seems I’m always running with the need to go you see And if I don’t make it it’ll be all over me And when I see the doctor the greatest thing I fear Is that he will tell me I have to quit drinking beer I’ll have to quit drinking and other stupid things To avoid looking the fool and making a dreadful scene And have many a rude person an impolite crowd Making fun of me as if a little child But if they thought on it gave it some consideration They’d realize many of them too will face this situation I’ll have to do what the doctors say their educated advice And of course I’ll check with one and another to make it twice I’ll take their pills to all they ask adhere And if they say I should darn it I’ll even give up beer