Getting Old And Bolder Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I'm getting old and bolder,
And feeling blessed about it.
But opinions I can't stop.
They seem to drop right out my mouth.

Oh yes I'm getting old and bolder,
And feeling proud about it.
But out my mouth opinions drop.
They don't stop!
They fall right out my mouth.

Doctor...
Can you prescibe something for me?
And doctor...
Is there a 'med' or remedy?
Doctor...
Before I stop my mouth,
The words fall right out.

Oh yes I'm getting old and bolder,
And feeling proud about it.
But out my mouth...
Opinions drop.
They don't stop!
They fall right out,
And sometimes shoutin'.

Doctor...
Can you prescibe something for me?
And doctor...
Is there a 'med' or remedy?
Doctor...
Before I stop my mouth,
The words fall right out.

So...
Doctor,
Can you prescibe something for me?
And doctor...
Is there a 'med' or remedy?
Doctor...
Before I stop my mouth,
The words fall right out.

I'm getting old and bolder,
So...
Doctor,
Can you prescibe something for me?
And doctor...
Is there a 'med' or remedy?
Doctor...
Before I stop my mouth,
The words fall right out.