Old Age

OLD AGE My hair has turned gray, My hips lost their sway, And my knees have started to creak. I`ve got corns and bunions, My arches have fallen, And my bladder has started to leak. I`ve got glasses too, Keep around pairs, a few, `Cause I can`t always find them, you see. It`s a must needs to keep them, `Cause if I can`t find them, I can`t see to put in my teeth. My knees are both achin`, And that has been makin`, My back hurt clear up to my head. My youth is gone too, Dear, But old age I don`t fear, I`d rather be old than be dead. So keep on a-smilin`, And keep on defyin`, The Grim Reaper long as you can. I`m goin`full tilt, Until I get kilt, Or die from old age, that`s my plan. Judy Ball