Now That I'M 64
I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.
You'll Get Older Too,
and when you reach my age,.....no more SSI left for you.
Working my whole life breaking my ass every cursed day,
looking forward to the day when I could finally retire,
but age requirements keep getting higher and higher.
Digging the garden, pulling the weeds,
that's all I was working towards,
but if I retire I'll have to,
live on a diet of cat food,
now that I'm 64.
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Inspired by JAN ALLISON's When I'm 94,
but to be honest, in the past she has inspired me even more.
When I'm 94
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Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2017
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