T O B
I want to be a tough old bird
I really really do
The trouble is my body
Does not feel the same way too,
I say 'I'll walk to the farm today
The way I used to do.'
My body says, 'Get real, you twit,
It's much too far for you.'
I say, 'I'll do some painting,
Make the front door look like new.'
My body says, 'You! climb those steps!
You'd better send for Sue.)*
I go out in the garden
To give the weeds a fright.
My body says, 'You'll pay for this,
When I stiffen up tonight.'
I long to be a tough old bird,
Like something time forgot,
But my body keeps reminding me
I'm definitely not.
*Sue is my daughter, She is very handy- when she's in the right mood.