I can not see
What I once could always see
I can not pee .
I can not chew .
I can not screw .
Oh those things I could always do ,
Oh Lord , what can I do ?
Oh yes I can pray .
My memory shrinks .
My hearing stinks .
I look like hell .
I'm still a coach in my dreams
And a master fisherman too .
My mood is not always great
Can't you tell .
The golden years have come at last
But I pray to the Lord
That I will be a real good grandpa after all .
By Brock
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