I wake up to the morning groaning
The moment I raise my head
Never heed the daily warning
You'd be better off staying in bed
I stumble my way to the mirror
The lines on my face look like a road map
That has taken me from there to here
Although I can't remember where that is at
What parts don't droop are sagging
Making their way to places unknown
A matter that's not worth laughing
When was it that I got so old
No longer can I tie my shoes
But thanks to the magic of Velcro
I used to only gum my food
But thanks to new teeth from an AARP loan
I have both a cane and walker
Depends on the mood my limbs are in
I used to be as limber as Luke Skywalker
Now I'm only as angry as a scene from Gunga Din
Believe me I used to be hot in my day
Now everywhere I go I'm cold
Not sure I asked but by the way
When was it that I got so old
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
I wake up to the morning groaning
The moment I raise my head
Never heed the daily warning
You'd be better off staying in bed
I stumble my way to the mirror
The lines on my face look like a road map
That has taken me from there to here
Although I can't remember where that is at
What parts don't droop are sagging
Making their way to places unknown
A matter that's not worth laughing
When was it that I got so old
No longer can I tie my shoes
But thanks to the magic of Velcro
I used to only gum my food
But thanks to new teeth from an AARP loan
I have both a cane and walker
Depends on the mood my limbs are in
I used to be as limber as Luke Skywalker
Now I'm only as angry as a scene from Gunga Din
Believe me I used to be hot in my day
Now everywhere I go I'm cold
Not sure I asked but by the way
When was it that I got so old
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