I get up each morning
\nI creak and I moan
\nI put in my ears
\nBefore answering the phone
\nMy eyes yes have glasses
\nOr I could not see
\nMy teeth in a cup
\nYes waiting for me
\nMore hairs in the sink
\nThan on top of my head
\nAnd longer, yes longer
\nI am staying in bed
\nEach day getting older
\nMuch less is of me
\nOh what, yes oh what
\nIs happening to me
\nThey say golden years
\nIs what you are in
\nIf much more falls off of me
\nI am afraid when I’m in
\nYes when I’m in my casket
\nNot much will be found
\nNo not much will be left
\nTo put into the ground<\/p>\n
By Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2002 Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
BY RGAI<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I get up each morning I creak and I moan I put in my ears Before answering the phone My eyes yes have glasses Or I could not see…<\/p>\n