My Expiry Date's Past
The face in the mirror
Looks back at me
It’s not a face
I’m happy to see
It’s withered and aged
Like a wrinkled old prune
My expiry date’s past
God, please let me die soon
My bones they do creak
Like an old rocking chair
My aches and my pains
Throw me into despair
They can burn my old carcass
That'll give others more room
My expiry date’s past
God, please let me die soon
My eyes don’t see clearly
Just a shadowy haze
My precious equipment down under
Has seen better days
I’m a sad lonely soul
And a deaf old buffoon
My expiry date’s past
God, please let me die soon
My ticker ain’t ticking
The way tickers should
Doc says the plaque in my heart
Is restricting the blood
It’s a sick ticking time bomb
Oh dear I’m full of doom
My expiry date’s past
God, please let me die soon
My plumbing below
Sounds like an orchestral disaster
And to get to the washroom
I now need to run faster
Maybe put me down quickly
Then some will be over the moon
My expiry date’s past
God, please let me die soon
I wheeze all day long
My chest feels aflame
The doc in his wisdom
Says the smokings to blame
I could not climb a molehill
And I look like a balloon
My expiry date’s past
God, PLEASE let me die soon
Copyright © Mike Toole | Year Posted 2020
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