She told me the mountains
weren't the peaks they used to be
I chuckled,smiled and understood.
Every year the walnuts seem
farther from the tree

We took a trip down memory lane
with the hazards on
a turtles pace
nothing really seemed the same
people flew by
it's an interstate

We stopped a few times
that was okay with me
I needed my meds
and she had to ***
again and again and again

The lane is now a highway
No shoppin' at Sears
now it's just bi-way
discounts don't really mean that much
when you pay fifty dollars
for what once was a buck

So I sit back in my rockin' chair
I listen to oldies, losin' my hair
She weaves then leaves
('cause she has to ***)
Everything aches where there isn't pain
but we've got each other,
and we both have canes

I love her now more and deeper
Kinda glad those mountians
aren't any steeper
I'm gettin' too old to make that climb
And she still likes my walnuts fine.

So I smiled at her
when she returned
Showin' teeth no longer mine
And I asked with a wrinkly smile
If she'd like to fool around a while
She smiled back and said "Not today...
it's gettin' late anyway."
I looked at the clock
and had to agree
It was nearly bed time
and we needed our Z's

The days make us tired
and now my drive is low gear
So it's off to sleep
(after she pees)
After all, it's after three

on a Sunday afternoon...

Roosty