Still Hanging
My life has been a wonder, how I wonder where it went
I wish I’d kept a journal to record the days I spent
So wishing for a future that is now a fading past
I hardly can remember cause I’ve aged so goddam fast.
I’ve tried to quit the smoke and drink but that was just too hard
I find it difficult these days to tidy up my yard
My wife has passed and she was cook so often I’m without
My eyes are bad, my liver’s shot, I suffer with the gout
I chase the girls but never catch and that is just as well
I’m not the man I used to be I’m sure that they could tell
My children now avoid me cause they say I’m such a grouch
They always nag away at me to get up off the couch.
My steps are not as nimble cause my cane gets in the way
I go to church more often and in there I kneel and pray
That if my number’s over soon, I hope my soul’s not lost
And at the gates of heaven by St. Pete I don’t get tossed.
This mind is not as sharp these days my skin is not as taut
That I would live forever is the way I think I thought.
The wall gets closer every day and yes I feel the squeeze
But till they fit me for the pine I’ll do as I damn please.
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