|Oh no, there goes the alarm;
Now, if I can just move my arm.
Out of the bed I swing my legs;
Standing up, they feel like pegs.
Time to reassemble myself;
Off I go to the bathroom shelf.
Bifocals in place;
I see my face.
Close my eyes tight;
Not a pretty sight.
Open them up, and what do I see?
My choppers, in a glass, grinning at me.
One more attachment has to be made;
In goes my faithful hearing aid.
Okay, so the golden years aren't great;
But I'm hanging in 'til a hundred and eight!!!