The Note

Your eyes are too dodgey Your hearing is shot Your body just ain't got The means to stay hot Your back's herniated You can't bend when you dress To tie your shoe-laces Will cause you distress Your intake's been clogging Your choke's out too long If you don't write it down, son You'll sure get it wrong Your knee joint's a mess, kid Your ankles are weak Your wrists cause you pain When you move them, they squeak Just write me a letter, doc Tell 'em I can They don't know the best of me The man that I am I worked at the strangest And toughest of tasks Just sign on the line, doc That's all that I ask Your lungs have been scarred By the fumes and the dust I'd leave you outside But I'm scared that you'd rust You don't seem to fit in Your undoing's been done Your two steps behind, son Your race has been run You're over the hill, kid Too long in the tooth If you were a horse You're the one that they'd shoot And then if I do Sure where will you go There's millions as qualified Isn't that so