Withering Heights
When I'm feeling happy
Bright and quick and snappy
Remind me of how old I am
That'll make my day real crappy
I watch the years just fly right by
Can't laugh it off
So I just cry
Sometimes along with creeping age
My patience's lost; replaced with rage
Ain't much more to really tell
An old guy's tale is hard to sell
Yet lots of others saved their cash
Some are classy
Others trash
Maddened by the minutes flying
Big bucks don't keep these few from dying
Now their kids just hang around
Must keep their legacy real sound
So try to your best to save your wealth
But most of all
Just keep your health
Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2013
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