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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/31/2017 7:33:00 AM
My back is out as I'm reading this one so it has added to the effect. ;0)
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Peter Walsh
Date: 4/3/2017 11:58:00 AM
SORRY TO HEAR RICH, THE RAVISHES OF TIME...LOL

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