Getting crusty round the edges
Like a slice of day-old bread
From the bottom of my twisted toes
To the top of my balding head
Dehydrating like a side of beef
Jerky tough to chew
Not much of me is worth the keep
With nothing hanging that is new
Eyes that once were crystal clear
Now no more than a blur
Please speak loud so I can hear
The meaning of your every word
The lines I blamed on laughter
Aren't funny anymore
Ask me what's the matter
Long ago stopped keeping score
You can take this slice of day-old bread
Remove most of the mold
But when all is done and all is said
Man, I'm getting old
May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 2:27 PM UTC
Getting crusty round the edges
Like a slice of day-old bread
From the bottom of my twisted toes
To the top of my balding head
Dehydrating like a side of beef
Jerky tough to chew
Not much of me is worth the keep
With nothing hanging that is new
Eyes that once were crystal clear
Now no more than a blur
Please speak loud so I can hear
The meaning of your every word
The lines I blamed on laughter
Aren't funny anymore
Ask me what's the matter
Long ago stopped keeping score
You can take this slice of day-old bread
Remove most of the mold
But when all is done and all is said
Man, I'm getting old
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