Here I’m sittin enjoying the beat
Clicking my fingers kicking my feet
Young folk don’t realize I’ve got it made
Done working, retired and all bills paid
Listen to Sting, Mick Jagger, Sonny & Cher
Sleep in, don’t get up early or I act like a bear
Answering machine says I’m not home
Little do they know I’m writing a poem
I can do everything from my chair
Rocking, reading, writing even say a prayer
I can eat when or what I want
Got my hair all done up in a bouffant
Don’t have to sneak that shot of whiskey
I’m just fine til that ole cat gets frisky
Poor ole dog just sleeps in the corner
Acts all sad just like a mourner
Got to go I have jazz to hear
I might even switch to a beer
So when you see an ole lady
She may not be all crazy
She’s out having lots of fun
Spending Bingo money she had won
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© Joyce Ann
Geyer
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