Picking Up a Dime

I know how to find Something silver like a dime Just like brew in a stein I wanted it to be mine Without a decline Decided to take the time Challenge to bend my legs Which were stiffened like pegs But it is something I must do Acting like a fool Thinking I was cool It made sense For ten cents Going down My muscles started to frown It was then I must defend My youthful athletic life Before having my lovely wife Stated its toll And I needed to fold “Honey I am stuck! This dime was not a penny for good luck, I cannot move in any way! Was the true pay,” I did answer The question from my bride once a dancer Stage name prancer Having moves and curves I got what I deserved Laughing like a pitcher striking out a batter She wanted to know “What’s the matter? What happened? Did you get an aging zap pin? From playing a game When in school everyone knew your name.” I responded In my wedding bliss bonded “Oh, my cheerleader Ever so sweeter Can you get that dime? That would be ever so kind Then straighten my back From this attack" “Okay honey We will do this for the money Down there Due to no one really giving a care” Picking the coin up My dear dropped it in a cup Standing alone in the windowsill Waiting to be changed into a bill I gave her a thank And said we need to take the dime to the bank “But I have a nickel,” she replied And wanted me to give her a ride To the five and dime store Where she could score An excuse for us To enjoy our lifelong trust Over a sundae for two Telling each other ‘I love you’