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** #1588290 Not An Image ** Getting Old Is Not For Sissies I awake each morning now you see Before daybreak 'cause I need to pee. Then sit awhile on the side of my bed, Making sure that I don't drop over dead. Lately, though, I've been noticing a leak. My bladder must be gettin' a little too weak, Yet, another reason off to the doctor I'll go, He'll give me more pills, this I already know. I'm taking way too many already, it's true If they are all working I haven't a clue. My memory's been failing more every year, Just what they do for me isn't too clear. My cholesterol's so high I need to take three, And now walk around with pains in my knees. My blood pressure skyrocketed off the chart! So, he put me on a blood thinner for my heart. Soon after a bloody floater appeared in my eye. But, I'll tell you this much, I'm not here to cry - Getting old really sucks, you have to be tough, Or you will never be able to put up with this stuff.
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