Monday Morning feeling

OH GOD, I HATE GETTING OLD

It’s seems like every year, I‘m fading a bit

It's a process of aging, I am told.

This body doesn’t work, the way it use to.

Oh god, I hate getting old.

The color of my hair has turned to silver.

My youth, which time has stole

The pep in my step, is fading fast.

Oh god, how I hate getting old.

Some of my friends are already gone.

They’re in a grave; so lifeless and cold.

If they were still here, I would hear them saying

Oh God, I hate getting old

We all want to live as long as we can

Whether you are poor; or you have riches and gold.

Whether rich or poor, we all must die.

Oh god, I just hate getting old.

We are all dealt, different cards in life.

It’s a hand, one day you must fold.

When youth is gone, we wonder where it went

Oh god, I hate getting old

If your life was like a phone call

You, could put your age on hold

But father time, will not be denied

Oh God, I just hate getting old

When I say to myself, I’m still young

It’s wishful thinking, to be so bold.

I look in the mirror, and reality sets in

Oh, God, I hate getting old.