It Is What It Is

by Raul1

I am growing old like hay,
my age will bend my stomach out of shape,
the wife here needs to get used to it,
I will be old and wriggly.

The muscles will wear down like old tires,
comes to show that my driving will suck,
no more will my wife like age eighty-two.

So many retirements to choose from,
I wonder if they have wrinkling insurance,
perhaps they sure do,
it is how I'll be.

You can sing to me, "Don't worry, grow old!"
it is a number one hit,
the new becomes old,
I bet this will sell it out.

Nice to know age comes
in comedy shows,
no longer an instant hit,
just as long as I can sit.
How is that for coming of age?

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Heck my age is too old.

It Is What It Is

by Raul1

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