“I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle.
I’m getting old I’m in despair , I’ve found my first grey pubic hair. I’m fast asleep by half past
I’m never gonna see my teens again . my teens again .
I want to live till I’m 99. Where’s it gone,
this life of mine? How can it be, that I’m way over 40 something, I think of
retirement beside the sea. How do I know that my youth is all spent? Well, my get up and
go has got up and went, But in spite of it all I am able to grin. When I think of the places
my “ge up” has once been. Old age is golden, So I’ve heard it said. Too tired to care as I
get into bed. Not looking forward to having my teeth in a cup And my eyes on the table
until I wake up. Sleep dims my eyes I say to myself “Is there anything else I can put on the
shelf?” And I’m happy to say as I close the door “My friends still look the same, perhaps
even more.” When I was a young thing my slippers were red, I could kick my heels as high
as my head. Then when I was older, my slippers were blue, But still I could walk the
whole day through. Now I’m still older, my slippers are black. I walk to the store and puff
my way back. The reason I know my youth is all spent, My get up and go has got up and
went. But really, I don’t mind when I think with a grin, Of all the grand places my “get up
has been. Since I have retired from life’s competition I busy myself with”complete
repetition. I get up each morning and dust off my wits, Pick up the paper and read the
obits’, If my name is missing I know I’m not dead, So I eat a good breakfast and take my
fat ass back to bed.