I often remain naked
When there is no place to go.
Why get up and shower
Only to sit home alone.
Well some days are like that,
And I can't complain about them.
Itr's just part of life when you get old,
So if you miss me some day.
Maybe I'm dead, or sick in bed.
Time has a way for us to know
The answer to most happenings.
So as they say, Time Marches On.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron