Treasure Island

Stacy Daley


Getting old?


Not real happy about getting older,
Seems my strength just isn't there,
Waht was that you said, my hearing ain't so good.
Life just isn't fair,

My hair is falling out,
And my back aches with the cold weather,
My eyes can't see very far anymore,
I have to take fiber to keep me 'regular',

I just can't keep up anymore,
Not like I used to,
Women aren't interested in an old fart like me,
Hell, some mornings I can barely put on my own shoes,

Getting old is a bitch,
I wouldn't wish it on anyone,
Taking vitamins, bones creaking, being retired,
Getting out of bed just ain't no fun,

Seeing more and more people younger then I,
And remembering what gas, bread, milk and cars costs 20 or 30 years ago,
Makes you feel older then hell,
Liver spots, wrinkles and these everywhere little feet of some damn crow,

Gumming your food when you don't have any teeth,
Coffin or cremation, urn or hole?
Wills, and grandkids, and gaining weight, and hairy ears,
Asking for the senior discount and always being cold,

You will still be younger then I,
You just can't stop the hands of time I know, I know,
Gravity, gets the best of you,
And so does everyone telling you I told you so...

Submitted: Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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