The Old Rock-And-Roller Poem by John Bliven Morin
The Old Rock-And-Roller
When I was young, my only goal
Was to shake, rattle and to roll
And though it's hard to quite believe,
That goal, while old, I still achieve:
I shake with age, I rattle with pills
I roll in a wheelchair with my ills!
But, Mr.Death, don't you come knockin'
'Cause this old cat just ain't through rockin'!
Copyright (C) 2005 by John Bliven Morin,
writing as Blithian
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