I am coming up on that magic year sixty-five
I wake up each morning just feeling glad to be alive
At my age I can’t stand the heat and hate the cold
Seeing a pretty young girl in a bikini just makes me feel old
Of course it isn’t as bad as I may make it seem
I now have the time during the day to simply daydream
Any passion I may have simply takes too much energy
The closest I get to making love is light kiss between me and she
But feeling sorry for myself fills no purpose so I won’t sit and weep
I could tell you more but I just want to take a nap.
A man my age needs his sleep
Alive is Good! Keep On, Keepin On.
Paul