Hope I Don’t Fall Before Time Runs Out On Me

Hope I don’t fall before time runs out on me

Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young

Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution

But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses from withering and dying

Take a step and  your inner clock says
It’s almost past midnight
Tween your ears your seventeen
Can’t put the two together in my mind

Dreams of youth and being strong
Wake up and I think I hurt my hip

Too cruel for words but no one escapes

The reaper of time

Time never loses better than Julio Caesar Chavez cause Chavez lost but time represents