This is how it feels when you’re seventy-three
You ache in places where your aches can’t be
Five times a night you get up and go pee
And fall asleep watching favorite shows on tv
Your drool runs down your chin for all to see
And the pills you take they give you the burpies.
You can’t remember where you put your keys
You search for glasses you’re using to see
You lose your car in a parking lot or three
And it takes hours to find where it ought to be
So it’s forever you want you age to be?
Wait till you reach the age of one hundred and three.