Golden Years


Oh what's so good about the golden years?
Kids are grown and gone away.
Still there's no time to play.
Once in awhile they'll stop in to say,
have you got a couple of bucks?
I'm a little short today.

Oh what's so good about the golden years?
If you can't remember and you can't hear.
You got experience behind you, they say.
Learned it all through trial and era.
Wonder if that'll look good on my resume?

Oh what's so good about the golden years?
what once was important,
has faded away.
Our minds are weaker.
Our bodies are feeble.
Oh what a grim display.
Just to survive another day.

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