Nap Time
Well how about that, it's nap time again
It's three o'clock in the afternoon
Us old guys don't have a say in the matter
When it's time it's the same old tune
We nod off while watching Oprah Winfrey
Then wake up and curse at the world
Really wanted to see her special guest today
Got angry and my pillow I hurled
My old age is finally catching up with me
Once was filled with vigour and vim
To bend over and tie my shoe laces now
The result is really quite grim
And so it goes, with this getting old thing
Time marches forward relentlessly
Used to be able to sleep through the night
Now I toss and turn restlessly
Which means I catch up in the daylight hours
Matters not what I'm doing at the time
When the clock on the wall cries out three PM
It's onto the couch I climb
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