I must be getting older but - |
WEARING OUT I must be getting older But I still have young ideas; The get up and go has gone Along with a lot of years. My bones ache in the morning, My bones ache in the night My face is getting wrinkled And my hair has turned pure white! Last night it snowed a lot But I don't need to get out The plow seems to have forgotten That I am still here and about. I bundled up the old body That used to just dash around Shoveling the snow and Making my way into town. By the time I got dressed And opened up the door - I was too tired to shovel (I'd wait till there was more..) It seems as I get older There is so much more to do; I just don't have the energy, That, my friends, is true! Time seems to be passing by And the work does not get done, I'd rather curl up with a book Than greet the morning sun. It's getting harder to face Each day with a smile - I know things will get better But I might have to wait awhile. I watched the news and weather Neither was too good - If I had played my cards right I'd have found a man who would Stick by me in my old age, And do what must be done - Of course if he was older too What would I have really won? So alone I sit and ponder For the older that I get I wonder if it's worth it; I guess it is - I'll bet! I really have slowed down But I may make it yet, Still the hurrier I go The behinder I seem to get! Now I could move to Florida Or somewhere else that's warm, But I would really miss the snow And the fighting of the storm. Now when my life is over And all is said and done - I'm mighty glad to be living And yes, I think I won! For when Spring comes again You will hear me loudly shout I made it through another winter And you thought I was wearing out! |