I’m Getting Old

I’m getting old, so I’m told. Too
old to care; to old to dare; too
old to wonder why; to old to want
to cry, or never know when I am
going.to die.

My days of living in pain will be over.

Then I’ll never having to worry about
what tomorrow brings, or worry about
anything that sings.

So now I’ll be able to rest in peace,
knowing that I’ll never receive another
crease.