No Nursing Home For Them
No Nursing Home For Them
By Elton Camp
Joe is gray and seventy-five
Meg’s also old but still alive
Their Harley they still love to ride
Being old farts they can’t abide
Many people their age are put away
In some gloomy nursing home to stay
Joe and Meg, with a blast, their lives will end
What their children might inherit they’ll spend
He’s king of the road just as when a youth
Won’t stop because he’s long in the tooth
Meg, still foxy, holds on right behind
Being his “old lady” she doesn’t mind
They rip along through the open air
The astonished looks, they don’t care
There’s still lots in the world they didn’t see
Where the action is, that’s where they’ll be
Still living their lives to the full
Rejecting all that “too old” bull
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