Getting Old



If they took away the fears

And allowed us what we have lived

So that we could face our present

For our past was not too pleasent

Now there's little more that we can give



And after having done it all

As everyone must do for sure

We could find a few things free

And the pesioners i.d. would open every door



Maybe then getting old

Would be more reasonable

A milder thing, a longer lasting fling

Maybe then getting old

Would be a smooth gentle progress

A finishing bliss, an ending with a kiss



If we all lived among friends

Who at least once in a while

Would just pass some words around

And would let us make some sound

Not make us look senile



Maybe then getting old

Would be more reasonable

A milder thing, a longer lasting fling

Maybe then getting old

Would be a smooth gentle progress

				A finishing bliss, an ending with a kiss











						     



						     Thanks to Bob