~ You're
Getting Older
Sweetie ~
The years
are creeping
up real fast
You don't
move as well
as you use
to
Your
lifestyle
has become
sedentary
And you
don't even
have a clue.
You're
graying at
the temples
sweetie
And your
stature is
slightly
bent
You no
longer have
a spring in
your step
I think it
got up and
went.
You seem to
sleep a lot
anymore
I catch you
dozing in
front of the
TV
You head for
bed before
the sun sets
And even
with
glasses, you
can't see.
Forget about
your hearing
dearie
It's hearing
aids that
you need
And besides
your hair
turning gray
It's also
starting to
recede.
Your
dentures
click when
you talk
And they
chatter when
you eat
You take
them out
every night
And in a
glass of
water, you
put your
teeth.
What's that
you say my
precious
love?
That I'm
getting old
too
Oh I don't
think so my
darling pet
I'm not as
old as you!
You say I'm
not a spring
chicken
anymore
That parts
of my
anatomy have
gone South
That areas
of me jiggle
that
shouldn't
wiggle
I think it's
time you
shut your
mouth!
Yes, old age
has us in
its grip
The fat lady
has sung her
song
Let's agree
to age like
fine wine
Our youth we
can't
prolong.
