The Golden Years - Poem by Nick Bauer
When I'm the tender age of old,
I'll visit Florida to avoid the cold.
When I have an itch, I'll scratch myself
And put prune juice on the fridge shelf
I'll enjoy my wealth,
And complain about my deteriorating health.
Every Sunday find the sanctuary
Then read about my friends in the obituaries
Live longer than I should
And ask God if I could
Visit my loved ones again.
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