Do I need a charge,
Much like a worn battery?
Or is it just my years
That are weighing heavy on me?
Didn't think I'd reach the ninties,
But here I am still.
Lost the love of my life,
Many ages ago.
Seems the good die young
And the old just one day die.
Can't wait around till the morrow.
Think I'll just lie down and sigh.
Ron