I Just Want To Grow Old

I just want to grow old after a life of bliss
Waltzing in my wheelchair as I reminisce
I just want to grow old in the most natural way
Liver spots on my skin, hair loss, and tooth decay

I just want to grow old while always feeling great
Chalking up the years until I’m 108
I heard it said the ladies are really in their prime
Up there in the stratosphere where they age like wine

Save me, rescue me from the strains of youth
Give me the courage to cut through life’s painful truths

I just want to grow old and ruminate
Sitting on the front porch pretending to meditate
Listening to Bossa Nova on my transistor radio
Considering the alternatives I say Hey Let’s Go

So swing your partner, plant a kiss
Rejoice and don’t despair
Regardless of your looks inside you’re still
Fred Astaire
So tell me that it’s true
Life it begins at 102
So let’s just change our point of view
Fresh is the air
Ya, way up there

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John Andrew
February 2011