Short of Breath Long In Tooth
Now I am long in the tooth,
I have stopped looking for my lost youth
I am slowly going blind
And I think I may have lost my mind
I cannot walk without my walker
I would be easy meat for a thief or stalker,
They say if you search, you'll find
Not if you are lame and blind.
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