Growing Old

Ah this skin
That does not
Cling to bones
That bloats and sags
The hair in rags

Are you
Taking me
Are you taking me

My soles ache
I cannot
Stand too long
My butt's weight
Makes sitting wrong

Oh God
The only nice
Position's prone
But if I do
I'll soon see You

Which would be Heaven
Indeed. But
All I want to know
Is, When
Will this end, Lord

Are you
Taking me
Are you taking me

February 7, 2009
10:45-11:01 pm

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