Posted by:
presleynfactsrock
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Date: February 11, 2019 05:57PM
Sure you all are getting weary of my posts but bare with me as sitting in this chair is what I am capable while some body parts doth protest too much.
This attempt at being the Bard is a scary reality of what a 75 year old is capable of (or not). I share in the hopes it might bring a smile, not just bad heartburn.
"Seventy-Five"
Seventy-Five, Seventy-Five, ain't it great to be alive?
I know for sure I liked l8, or 22, it too, would do.
3-Quarters of a Century, for all those in know
My granddaughter says is one lengthy show.
Well, I can't tie my shoes nor run to the john,
Hell, I can't easily put my own stockings on.
My teeth I still have, but expensive it is
As the dentist and I are not relatives.
My hair is pure white, but not my damn teeth,
The justice in that? Grief, just pure grief.
Calls to invest in MY Own funeral plot
Bug me, enrage me, and I mean A Lot.
If that's what you call quite the grande show
I'll pass dear granddaughter, this I do know.
Don't get me wrong as I groaan and I wail,
THE alternative, worms n'all, I'll pass full scale.
God I'm not sure of, nor angels and such,
So I'll stay around moaning, thanks very much.
Seventy-Five, Seventy-Five, It's really one trip to be alive.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/12/2019 04:38PM by presleynfactsrock.