Old Timer's Song

Old Timer's Song

© by Bud Lemire on April 19, 2006

I know you're disappointed, in what your body has become

There's a time limit of their usage, until our life is done

They are open to many things, such as a disease

Until our souls take flight, into a life of ease

Sagging skin, with wrinkles there

Graying and the loss of hair

Losing sight, or hearing's gone

Just another Old Timer's Song

Use a cane, so you can walk

Had a stroke, and can not talk

Now it's hard to tie your shoe

Wonder what you're going to do

Don't lose hope through all your pain

Our souls will leave, our bodies remain

No more hurting when the time has come

Back to the place where you came from

Don't give up, there's always hope

To help you through, to help you cope

And when your time is finally here

You'll leave this world, no pain, no fear

I know it's not easy growing old. But we

all must face it sooner or later. When we

do, we must do the best we can to get by.