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Book 20 Page 41
Iím growing old
Iím getting old,
my bits are falling off.
And when I get up in the morning
the first thing I do is Ďcough.í
My brain ainít what it use to be,
itís slowing down at a rapid pace.
And right in front of me my bodies growing old,
and up and going to waste.
Iíve had a pace maker fitted,
I had trouble with me heart.
Iím telling you! ďas I get older,
Iím loosing all me parts.Ē
But I can still love and I can still breath,
and I still have my Ďimagination.í
And I can still care for others,
if this is any constellation!
So donít burry me yet
if you see me slouched on my couch.
I am after all going on ninety,
I am what the young fellers say these days,
ďĎstill going strong and not out.Ē
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