Each morning I read the obituaries
If I am not mentioned in it a good day
Doc said, "You will live to seventy five."
When he said seemed a long ways away
I'll dance until my knees giveaway
This morning obituary, "She died of old age 72."
Some of my aging parts I have to renew
I got things to do and places to go
I ain't fading away easily you know
First novel has not yet been published
Someone has to be here to take out the garbage
Not dumb enough to do drugs, smoke cigarettes
This helps in longevity covering my bets
Threw away the crutches put away the cane
Sometimes it is fun just walking in the rain
When the grim reaper comes I'll spit in his eye
I ain't going easily on that final day I die
If it's tomorrow I lived good, no tears will I cry
This gal that died of old age at youthful age 72
Sounds like an old date, wasting life I once knew
She sent me packing said I wasn't in her class
I think of her now as just one vacant Piece-of my past