before and after
i am 60, going on 70, i've grow up! just like a lump.
the floor makes me trip, i land on my hip,
i've fallen! i can't get up!
i am 60 going on 70, once i was sweet and young,
now wrinkles and sags and crow's feet and bags:
what once was tight's now sprung.
totally unprepared am i for my man to retire.
bear him at home all day? can i?
just light my funeral pyre.
i need someone younger and stronger
taking me to the loo,
he is 60 going on 70, who'll take care of who?
a-one more time:
oh, i have eight cats, i crochet hats,
it's what you're supposed to do,
when you're 60 going on 70,
watch out! it's coming for you!
2 comments:
As I sang this aloud with all the enthusiasm it deserved, Sylvie danced around appropriately and then stared at me funny as I burst out laughing at the end. That was amazing.
thanks! enjoy this time when it's just a song.
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