Stop Complaining
I’ve reached old age and past my prime
Can’t say I’m good can’t say I’m fine {Chorus
Can’t sleep at night just lie awake
And all my joints and muscles ache
My visions poor and getting dim
Chance of memories very slim
Legs are wobbly tired old feet
My heart is weak and skips a beat
Can’t hear everything you say
A new part aches on every day
Many friends are sick or dead
Some in wheelchairs some in bed
I’ve reached old age and past my prime
Can’t say I’m good can’t say I’m fine {Chorus
Can’t sleep at night just lie awake
And all my joints and muscles ache
All in all I can’t complain
My medication helps my pain
Can’t remember when I ate
Or even what was on my plate
To rise each morning is a chore
Just to get my feet to floor
Don’t follow time or day of week
But down the stairs these old bones creak
I’ve reached old age and past my prime
Can’t say I’m good can’t say I’m fine {Chorus
Can’t sleep at night just lie awake {Instr Break
And all my joints and muscles ache
I check the paper I’m not there
I’m not complaining I’m still here
Golden years that they are not
I make the best of what I’ve got
They look past things when you are old
If you’re a grump a pain or bold
They will listen for a while
Then figure you could be senile
I’ve reached old age and past my prime
Can’t say I’m good can’t say I’m fine {Chorus
Can’t sleep at night just lie awake
And all my joints and muscles ache
Their patience it will soon subside
In nursing home you will reside
My old friends listen to my woe
Complaints and gripes no way to go
My old friends listen to my woe
Complaints and gripes no way to go
Copyright 4/10/2005 Frank Papa
