Over the Hill Noted as I
You try to tell me I'm over the hill,
Better start slowing down,start making my will.
Don't take off running you just might slip,
Be careful don't fall you'll break a hip!
You're turning 60? It's down hill all the way!
That's what you think,that's what you say!
Write everything down then you don't have to worry,
Then you can remember to tell the rest of the story.
Go to bed early, get plenty of sleep,
So your joints don't ache and your bones don't creek!
Okay enough! You said what you will,
But I'm still on my way up the hill!
One the outside I might look like old flesh,
But on the inside I'm young and crisp and fresh!
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