Got few Teeth left in my Mouth,
other Parts are headed South.
Painless days are Kind of Rare,
but At least I Still have Hair.

Spend more Time to take a Leak,
knees when Bending start to Creak.
Pills that Most days Fill my Hand,
doctors Trips that Are not Planned.

Marching close to Seven-three,
just Keep breathing is the Key.
Let it Grow well Past my Scruff,
it Might fall Out soon Enough.