William B. Booth, Jr.
Life Gets Tedious—Doesn't It?
I've reached the age where I really don't care
Have gained some weight and, of course, lost some hair.
Have had daily walks to attempt to keep fit
But, really, life gets tedious-doesn't it?
On thinking it over, myself and I agree
What I should do is try to be me.
But as I sit and think, try to get my fire lit
Life still gets tedious-doesn't it?
I have studied the problem, attempting to find a solution
And each year, I make at least one New Year's resolution.
But as time marches on and the goals I haven't met
The problems remain, what they are I forget.
So, no matter how hard I try I can't come up with the answer
I know I'm alone, a singer, and a dancer.
But in the end, maybe I should just throw a fit
Cause, after all, life does get tedious-doesn't it?
And when the pearly gates open and heavenly chimes ring loud and clear
I, who have had a great life, have nothing to fear.
My final wish is to have this on my headstone, it may not be a hit
Is my gift to posterity, life gets tedious-doesn't it?
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