Old
My head hurts, my back is broke
I can’t laugh at a dirty joke
My eyes blurr, my visions fuzzy
Today I feel like an old huzzy
Old, I am getting old
My wild oats are sowed
Old, I can’t remember stuff
Didn’t know it’d be so rough
My chin now has a crease
My youthfulness did cease
Oh, me what is the matter
It can’t be my gall bladder
Old, no longer in my prime
I am running out of time
Old, now my hair is white
I don’t go out at night
I am just an old hag
Everything now has a sag
Once well endowed, oh wow
Has fallen in my lap somehow
Old, can’t fight it anymore
Looking young is such a chore
Old, I am now gonna cry
Cause when you’re old…you die
Copyright © Anita Lovelace | Year Posted 2005
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