Growing Old
I'm growing old, but what the heck.
My face is wrinkled, and so's my neck.
My legs are stiff and I can't run.
Going to bed is my old fun.
I love to talk, but it makes no sense.
I washed my hair and forgot to rinse.
I can't remember to take my pill.
I watch a movie and think it's real.
I need a tub bath, there's no doubt.
I finally got in but I can't get out.
Today's the day I hang my head.
Will I stay up or go to bed ?
I locked myself out, I can't seem to win.
Was I going out or was I coming in?
Life is going, my friends are dear
Thank you God, that I'm still here