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
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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