The older I get the more I lament,
If I know anything at all.
Each day presents me with queries
As pieces of my body appall.
One day it is this, another it’s that
But always it’s some foul thing,
Awe come on, say I, talkin’ to self,
About then the phone’ll ring.
Why is it these solicitor fellas
Think we grow stupid with age?
Keep calling boys, retribution is sweet
And you’ll soon enough reach this stage.
Some of us have more problems than most
Though trouble comes packaged all ways.
The secret is balance ‘tween sweet and sour,
When thorns tear at your flesh, make a bouquet.
That very fine line may take some waitin’
While the crud continues to flow,
Just grab your panties whether Jockeys or silk
Life’s just one big game show.
Sometimes you win, sometimes not
But you always get back up.
Just keep remindin’ yourself
The ground’s no suction cup.
It helps if you’ve got smarts
And aren’t too close to ugly,
Just walk, crawl or swim
Put your nose in the air quite smugly.
Whatever the load you carry
Whether of body or heart,
Remind yourself as you must
Your spirit’s a work of art.
If you feel as if you’re losin’ your tush
Just check each time you flush,
And if a leg is falling off
Check the ground each time you rush.
If you have a rash or a curve in a bone
If your breath comes harder each day,
Pour on some cream, go see a doc
Don’t let it your true life delay.
The body is just a wizened vessel
Meant to carry you hither and yon
Yet love, thoughts and memories eternally live
When you’re floatin’ in the great beyond.
Don’t expect to die intact
After all, we’re not still pups
Our parts aren’t guaranteed, so
I urge you my friends to use it all up.
Beware the scent you leave behind
That whiff that’s left with others,
To rest a bit of yourself in other’s hearts
Is kinship deep as brothers.
All the troubles you may suffer
They needn’t leave a mark;
You alone can make that happen
By livin’ an honest heart.