Gettin’ Old
I’ll be seventy seven in a few months time month’s
time
Next year to seventy eight the years past will
climb
I’m talking seventy three and holding there right
now
Putting off the inevitable rise in numbers somehow.
My goodness me, how the years have broken into a
run
Believe you me when I say that getting old is not
much fun
It’s no good panicking about it, that won’t help at
all
Counting the wrinkles in the mirror will just appal.
Better work at spending each day in an economical
fashion
Get on with what you want to get done with a degree
of passion
Wasting time must always be listed as the number
one sin
No matter what your state of health or the mood you
are in.
Half a century is a birthday party that when we are
forty, dread
Passed three quarters of a century every year jumps ahead
How did I not see all this coming or those years
going past?
Make note now young things, youth is pretty but it
doesn’t last.
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