Things always came easy,
Or they didn't come at all.
Life was bright and breezy,
Endless summer; never fall. Now,
I'm in the old folks' choir,
A bald head among bald heads.
My hair chose to retire
And move further south instead. Not so close to d**h,
But I can see it
So clear.
I'm not that old yet,
But I can feel it
From here. Took one day at a time;
Never needed more than that.
Felt I was in my prime;
Never thought the earth was flat. Now,
We're not talking Venice
Or the Golden Gate Bridge, pals.
Just trips to the dentist,
Partial plates, and root can*ls. Not so close to d**h,
But I can see it
So clear.
I'm not that old yet,
But I can feel it
From here. We live orderly lives
Right into Eternity.
Everyone even dies
Alphabetically. We struggle and we strive -
Defeat upon defeat.
We manage to survive,
And that's always puzzled me. Now,
I suffer from hearing loss -
Too much Poison, Motley Crue,
Zeppelin, Skynyrd, and The Boss.
Now, they all sound like the . Who?? Not so close to d**h,
But I can see it
So clear.
I'm not that old yet,
But I can feel it
From here.