/Will you please step aside; better yet, hold my cane?  Please don't be so slow, in fact that's my first name.
I'll be dressed in one moment; I have to find my hair.  I wonder where did I put my glasses; I think I see them over there?
Oh no! my gums are itching; I better find my teeth.  From the expression on your face, I better make it brief.
Why do I have to grow old, perhaps I should be grateful?  After all, we serve the Almighty God who will never forsake us, because, He's  always faithful.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing