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
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