By Bill Lowe, Sterling
All my friends are getting old, turning gray,
receiving arthritic pain relief from Ben-Gay.
My youthful years so quickly slipped away.
I reminisce back to the pre-hearing aid day,
before reading glasses, dentures, a toupee,
and pacemaker to keep my heart beat okay.
I used to cut a rug, party all night and play.
Now it's cut 'n dried, do as the doctors say.
To cut the mustard there are rules to obey.
No chaos, clutter, no confusion or disarray.
No late entertainment at the local cabaret.
No driving after dusk in that old Chevrolet.
No spicy jalapeno or my ulcer's gonna pay.
No extra desert piled on my cafeteria tray.
No is a word I tire of hearing everyone say.
If I could, I would hit the pause and replay;
I'd go back to the years that slipped away.
I don't ask for very much, just another day.
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