Roscoe's Dilemma
By Elton Camp
He’s reached the age of seventy-five
Against the odds, he’s still alive
Roscoe will do as much as he can
But is becoming a worthless man
None seek his advice anymore
Not like it was some years before
Endurance was first to slip away
No longer can he work all day
Roscoe now finds it very hard
To complete mowing the yard
He once washed the car by hand
The automatic is all he can stand
Sounds and voices became low
What’s said he cannot know
Roscoe finds daily life a fright
Rarely can he sleep all night
He’ll get up to do some task
“Where was I going?” he’ll ask
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