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When I was young, my life was bold.
I never thought that I'd grow old.
But here I am well past my prime,
wondering how to pass the time.
I used to go through life full throttle.
I now stay home and hit the bottle.
My nails are split, my gums are bleeding,
My arm's too short for what I'm reading.
I want to enjoy a shopping spree,
But there's a torn meniscus in my knee.
The food I eat just has no taste.
I can't bend over from my waist.
My skin is dry, it feels like leather.
My elbow can predict the weather.
My breasts went south, my slip is showing.
Day by day my waistline's growing.
I play some bridge to pass the hours,
and guzzle down the whiskey sours.
I'm having trouble with the sound.
Did someone turn the volume down?
You won't see me shedding any tears.
I'm good for another 30 years.
So, to all you oldsters, please beware
'cause for us its maintenance and repair!
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