Reality Sets In

When I am old I will not worry about the future I will make each day count for more I will stand proud and have no regret I will strive to help the wandering poor. When I am old I will extend my hand in friendship I will smile when I walk down the street I will guard the unnecessary words I speak I will find some good in everyone I meet. Who am I kidding? I am scared to death of what tomorrow brings I sleep late and catch that afternoon nap My back aches; I wish I had done this or that Woe is me; I am the poor fellow doffing my cap. Who am I kidding? My hand in friendship shakes like a leaf When I smile I fear I will lose my teeth I have earned the right to speak my mind I must scurry along lest I be left behind.