The Golden Years

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My vision is blurry, I can't see a thing. My ears are infused with a permanent ring. My nose is just useless, sitting there on my face I can't smell a thing not even the Plaice My jaw is a'cracking with each little bite, Oh me oh my I must look a fright. My neck is so stiff I barely can move, My back is a mess, it feels as though it is fused My hips are ajar, they make me fall down I can't take a step or I'll hit the ground My hair is a permanent mess It's all in a huddle like a little birds nest. My boobs they are going permanently south My lips look like I am always down in the mouth My eyebrown are losing each little hair My lashes look like they never were there My toes look like sausage, my ankle are huge They look just like Sasquatch's you see in the news. I may sound like I'm complaining but truly I'm not I'm just stating facts of what happens, that's what. As you start getting older thing move quite a bit And grow to be giantic in spots before you know it It may be the Golden Years but I'm telling you what I'd rather go through them, the alternative is not so hot.