GRUMPY OLD WOMEN

GRUMPY OLD WOMEN

Grumpy old women fall apart at the seams
The day that it hits us...we'll not reach all our dreams.
Our children all grown, now have lives of their own
Our joints begin creaking, we try hard not to moan.

The man that we have spent our lives trying to please
Doesn't have the energy to tickle or tease.
He listens, but you know so perfectly well
He now won't remember what you have to tell.

So we sit in our chair a good part of our day
And we  can't even think what we  wanted to say.
It's just too far to go when we  walk 'round the block
If visitors should come, we  just don't hear them knock.

It's hard to remember what we  mixed up in the pan
But we try anyway, just to please our dear man.
Food just doesn't taste right without spices and salt
Must we try and count calories,while making a malt?

Although we've worked hard for retirement and ease
We  still  bow our head, but can't get down on our knees.
So..please God, understand us 'cause no one else does
And we really don't want to create a big fuss.

But sometimes we lose patience~Can't find it anywhere...
We get so tired looking that we just sit in our chair.
Some may call us "Grumpy" should we ever complain
Getting old is not funny, it's more of a pain.

So treasure your youth, have lots of fun while you can
Too soon you'll be old with your Grumpy Old Man!

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