It's a Golf Cart From Now On
Gonna start using a golf cart to get around
Till they finally read me my last rights
Feeling a bit under par
In golf terms, that's really good
In health terms... hmmm not so good
Don't be alarmed though
Just the normal aches and pains
Of old age creeping up on me
Whatever happened to my golden years
They were supposed be filled with
Happiness, joy and laughter
More like a double bogey for yours truly
Definitely need a handicap... no wait
I already have one, it's called old age!
© Jack Ellison 2014>center>
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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