Getting Old Blues
Getting Old Blues
Oh, what I’d give for the days when I
Didn’t groan every time I stood up.
When I could remember just what I came for
While scratching my head in the shop.
When I didn’t need to make lists all the time
To make sure that I wouldn’t forget
Then having to turn the house upside down
For that list that is missing yet
Please bring back the days when I sported
And ran like a hare ’round the track
When all of my muscles were supple
And nothing was wrong with my back.
But I shouldn’t complain, because, after all
I’d sooner have lived that not known Life at all.
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