He complains that
He isn't getting any younger
But I say, "Hold the cell phone, dear"
I tell him, "You still got it"
To me it's oh so clear
Whether it is arm wrestling
Or singing out with ease
He makes me smile
He fills my life
Get over the number sixty, pu-lease
Tell him he can complain when he's 104. My aunt's 103 and doesn't complain about her age.
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Lurve ya sweet cuzzz
Ron
Regis