Oh the travesty of age
and the corresponding rage
that rises up inside
as your hips 'come ever wide -
you cannot help but find,
that you have lost your mind
(memory is faulty
and your speech becomes quite halty)
and lines deep in your face
(impossible t'erase)
mar your youthful look,
(you're caught upon the hook)
death is pulling upon you
it shows in all you do
he reels you in quite slow
but the aging, it does show
The incessant decay
that happens every day
Will haunt you all your life
and like the sharpest knife
will take your life away
so be upset you may
but really you should just
enjoy your sagging bust
enjoy and don't despair
the losing of your hair
love your wrinkly skin
and the fact that you aren't thin
because a corpse will be
not half as much pretty
so deal with it my dear
i know that you can't hear
but death comes for us all
so smile, wait for his call.
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