On growing old
He's older now
but not ready to take a bow.
Each morning when he awakes,
he's greeted by the aches.
For his body once so strong
the strength sadly, seems gone.
He hopes it may be a dream,
otherwise he might just scream.
He's thankful to find an erection,
unfortunately it's pointed in the wrong direction.
He gets up to pee,
only a dribble will he see.
His wife has passed and is gone,
His life seems like a country song.
Aches and pains and prostate woes,
this getting older blows.
