Old age is a croc of crap,
Sitting around waiting for an angel to make the tap.
Hair is gray and thinner than before,
My stomach protruding hanging to the floor.
Things I use to be able to eat go down bad,
My missing teeth have been replaced with dentures, so sad.
I go to sleep at an early hour,
Muscles tired, now lacking power.
How much television can one watch in a day of viewing,
Watching Judge Judy, and a slew of people suing.
And dancing with the stars who have been passed into nova,
Most of them now bland and like clam chowder.
I have clothes which are older than sin,
I need no comb anymore as my hair is so thin,
Should I rock in a rocking chair back and forth,
Should I place on my lap that quilt like cloth.
No, a defiant negative comes to my lips,
My body is not capable of doing back flips,
So I marched down to a job fair,
Took a job at an amusement park, so there!
I see children smile and parents beam,
And I feel younger than I seem,
Smiles are the cure for old age,
They seem to turn back the page,
To when I was younger and smiled myself,
Putting off the rigors of getting old, back on the shelf.