As I grow older
As I grow older
I am becoming more like myself
And less like others.
I still look and act
A little like my brothers.
The world has lost
Its influence on me
I’m slowly becoming
What I want to be
My body is old
It grinds and it creeks
I can go with out love
For a couple of weeks
My face is all wrinkled
My hair is half gone
A round pudgy shape
Replaced my muscles and brawn
A memory that’s dire
My sight has grown dim
My hearings impaired
Finances look grim
But, my outlook is great
My mind-set is fine
And I like my attitude
Because it is mine
I’m not afraid
To be home alone
Or go to a party
And wear cheap cologne
I never meet people
I care to impress
I’m just me
And I don’t need the stress
Never making a million
Without fortune and fame
I enjoy everyday
I’m at the top of my game
So hold back the tears
No need to feel bad
There’s no need to worry
About this dear old dad
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