Yes I’m over 60 but I’m hip.
I wear a hippie belt around my artificial hip.
Of whiskey and vodka I can no longer sip,
Rather Geritol and castor oil hit my lips.
Yes it is true that I’m on 15 meds,
But they’re all prescription, don’t have to worry ’bout the Feds.
I can’t get any work now so I do puzzles instead,
I spend a lot of time lounging in my bed.
I don’t want you to feel sorry for me,
Don’t let your feelings turn you blue,
I hate to tell you this,
You’re coming this way too.
I can’t write poetry it’s true,
I don’t know different meters I haven’t a clue,
I’m not going to worry, I’m not gonna stew,
And I’m really tired of trying to rhyme these words, do you know what I mean, it’s plain annoying-I’m going back to normal articles.