<center>I like to watch old people
And imagine how they were
In their youth
For what we see now
That they're old and bowed
Is not what they once were…in truth
That little ol' lady that seems a bit dotty
Was in fact in her youth…
Likely a bit of a hotty!
And that big ol' fat dude
Over there, overflowing his chair
Well I feel kinda sorry for him
There was a time way back
When he used to run track
And his nickname back then was "Slim"
And when I look in the mirror
What do I see… of the
Youth that I used to be
Well I see the same guy
With eyes full of twinkles
Same as I always see
I haven't changed a bit
I've still got "it"
Except "It" comes with a boat load
…of wrinkles…
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I like to watch old people. Thanks. History is the best guide of future.