Not for the Weak Hearted

They say growing old isn't for the weak hearted
Yet for me it has just now started
Through out life I had it made
Then my health started to fade
Hospital visits I've made more then a few
Every time it's something new
First my ticker seemed to miss it's beat
Then I just couldn't eat
Next the memory was almost gone
I wondered how I could carry on
My pain some pills would relieve
Next thing you know I can't breathe
So in this hospital I now sit
I have a tube in every vien they could hit
My eyes are 1/2 way closed
I have tubes in my nose
Life isn't like it used to be
I am alive but not free
From this world I should have parted
Grow old isn't for the weak hearted!

An Uncle Charlie Original