A little poem…

I cannot see
I cannot pee
I cannot chew
I cannot screw

My memory shrinks
My hearing stinks
No sense of smell
I look like hell

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon.

December is here before its June.
My goodness, how the time has flown.

The Golden Years have come at last
The Golden Years can kiss my ass.

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