Here I’m sittin' enjoying the beat
Clicking my fingers kicking my feet

Young folk don’t realize I’ve got it made
Done working, retired and all bills paid

Listen to Sting, Mick Jagger, Sonny & Cher
Sleep in, don’t get up early or I act like a bear

Answering machine says I’m not home
Little do they know I’m writing a poem

I can do everything from my chair
Rocking, reading, writing, even saying a prayer

I can eat when or what I want
Got my hair all done up in a bouffant

Don’t have to sneak that shot of whiskey
I’m just fine till that ole cat gets frisky

Poor ole dog just sleeps in the corner
Acts all sad just like a mourner

Got to go, I have jazz to hear
I might even switch to a beer

So when you see an ole lady
She may not be all crazy

She’s out having lots of fun
Spending Bingo money she had won

 
Joyce Ann Geyer © 2004

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