I grow old, I grow old,
I shall eat my tacos with a fork and my pizzas rolled.

I grow old, I grow old,
I shall keep my music soft and my house in winter cold.


I grow old, I grow old,
I shall wear my waistband high and my glasses-frames gold.

 

I grow old, I grow old,
I shall wear thick glasses and read books with print in bold.

 

I grow old, I grow old,
I will ask again what I have been three times told.

 

I grow old, I grow old,
My grandsons all have graduated, and one has been paroled.

 

I grow old, I grow old,
I am trusting and to me the Brooklyn Bridge has been sold.

 

I grow old, I grow old,
To be put in a home I have been wheedled and cajoled.

 

I grow old, I grow old,
I shall shake my cane at valets and attendants should I be tolled.

 

I have heard the coeds flirting. I do not think they will flirt with me.

Daniel Galef

@DanielGalef

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