Comments about Grace V. Tidrow
I can't help it if I'm old,
My blood is thin and my feet are cold.
My bones all creak, I've got the gout.
I now sink in where I did stick out.
I can't help it if I pine
for another slower time
when I could bend and run and shout,
and chase the fellows all about.
The time just flew, I don't know where