
I never thought the day would come that
the wrinkles and gray hair would appear,
and senility so very near.
I wake in so much pain, again to face
another day.
Before I could run and now I walk, but
rarely do I ever talk.
Afraid to speak because my mind is not
the same, peoples names seem to fade
away.
Is this called old age, forgetfulness
or senility, I can only guess. Makes no
difference at my age what a mess!
Oh the woes that come along with age, I
wished to God that I could change.
Those were the days when I could sing
and dance, and remember how it was when!
I could romance.
But now those days have disappeared, to
be replaced with aching bones, hearing loss
and wondering will I wake to see another
day, or will I just fade away.