Getting old, thought it would never happen to me,
But age is taking away my strength and memory.
And every day it's a new ache or pain,
Won't be long till I need a cane!
Lines and wrinkles on my once young face,
Rolls and dimples all over the place!
Doesn't seem so long ago I was just twenty-nine,
Now my boobs are saggin' and so is my behind!
I'd like to say, I'll age with grace, it's okay."
So's just now working out that way!

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