When I was a young lad
My hair was so red it was a fiery sight
Running through ballfields was daily delight
Dinner was spaghetti every third night
I'd pop my knuckles before sitting to write
When I was a young man
The gel in my hair made my hairstyle tight
My knees never buckled before any fight
Corn-on-the-cob didn't defeat my overbite
And I'd pop my knuckles before I would write
Now that I'm an old man
My wispy hair wanders more towards white
Arthritis robs my hands of their might
Scoliosis bends me to a more humble height
But thoughts of dying are no longer a fright
So I pop two aspirin and sit down to write
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