Old Guys Rule
A little grey hair, a little pot belly
A little more gas, a little more smelly
Joints that will creak every time that they bend
A bladder that leaks in the night now and then
A memory lapse, they’ll forget what they hear
And little hair tuffs will grow out of their ear
Their muscles will sag along with their jowls
They’ll no longer look sleek when wrapped in their towels
But their eyes will still twinkle, their smile never cease
Their love for their ladies will somehow increase
The women who love them will wipe off their drool
Old age ain’t that bad, cause old guys – they still rule!
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