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'' Getting Old Can Be So Unkind ''
I'm fifty-seven going on ninety-nine,
My joints are falling apart,
The eyesight, I can no longer align,
I'm missing a beat in my heart.
I can't bend over to pick things up,
Because of the pain in my back,
I can't hold the kettle to fill up my cup,
My body's under constant attack.
I get breathless walking half a yard,
Even getting out of my chair,
My pain has left me mentally scarred,
As has my thinning hair.
Who are you talking to I hear them say,
There's nobody here but you,
My secret companions I would never betray,
To them I will always be true.
I can't remember the things I said,
Or what I was supposed to do next,
My children say I am off my head,
Their attitude leaves me feeling vexed.
Where I've put things I'll never know,
Someone always moves them elsewhere,
Whoever does it never seems to show,
But I know that I put them in there.
This should prove my companions are real,
But still they refuse to believe,
If only they knew how that makes me feel,
I swear I would never deceive.
When I visit the loo I'm always caught short,
I always end up in a mess,
My lifeless body I have to contort,
The toilet just gives me such stress.
The cocktail of drugs makes me rattle,
But I need them to relieve all my pain,
I'm fighting a long losing battle,
Which is driving me totally insane.
God has got this one badly wrong,
His incompetence puts me in a rage,
In the prime of our youth is where we all belong,
There's no need to suffer old age.
Some time soon I'll succumb to my ills,
Then I'll give him a piece of my mind,
In Heaven I pray there are no more pills,
‘' Getting Old Can Be So Unkind ‘'
My joints are falling apart,
The eyesight, I can no longer align,
I'm missing a beat in my heart.
I can't bend over to pick things up,
Because of the pain in my back,
I can't hold the kettle to fill up my cup,
My body's under constant attack.
I get breathless walking half a yard,
Even getting out of my chair,
My pain has left me mentally scarred,
As has my thinning hair.
Who are you talking to I hear them say,
There's nobody here but you,
My secret companions I would never betray,
To them I will always be true.
I can't remember the things I said,
Or what I was supposed to do next,
My children say I am off my head,
Their attitude leaves me feeling vexed.
Where I've put things I'll never know,
Someone always moves them elsewhere,
Whoever does it never seems to show,
But I know that I put them in there.
This should prove my companions are real,
But still they refuse to believe,
If only they knew how that makes me feel,
I swear I would never deceive.
When I visit the loo I'm always caught short,
I always end up in a mess,
My lifeless body I have to contort,
The toilet just gives me such stress.
The cocktail of drugs makes me rattle,
But I need them to relieve all my pain,
I'm fighting a long losing battle,
Which is driving me totally insane.
God has got this one badly wrong,
His incompetence puts me in a rage,
In the prime of our youth is where we all belong,
There's no need to suffer old age.
Some time soon I'll succumb to my ills,
Then I'll give him a piece of my mind,
In Heaven I pray there are no more pills,
‘' Getting Old Can Be So Unkind ‘'
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`` Getting Old Can Be So Unkind ``
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