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My
hair is white and I’m almost blind,
The
days of my youth are far behind
My
neck is stiff, I can’t turn my head
Can’t
hear one-half that’s being said
My
legs are wobbly, can hardly walk,
But
glory be I can surely talk;
And
this is a message I want you to get
I’m
still a-kicking and I ain’t dead yet.
My
joints are stiff, won’t move in their sockets,
And
nary a dime is in my pockets.
So
maybe you think I’m a total wreck,
(To
tell you the truth, I do look like heck)
But
still I do have a whole lot of fun
And
my heart with joy is still overrun.
I’ve
lots of good friends so kind and so sweet
And
still many more that I’ll never meet.
Oh,
this is a wonderful world of ours,
Shade
and sunshine and beautiful flowers.
So
you just take it from me, and you bet,
I’m
glad I’m living and I ain’t dead yet.
I’ve
got corns on my feet and ingrowing nails,
And
do they hurt? Here plain language fails.
To
tell you my troubles would take too long,
If
I tried you surely would give me the gong.
I
go to Church and Sunday School too,
For
I love the story that is ever new.
And
when I reach the end of my row,
I
hope to my heavenly home I will go.
And
then when I leave this house of clay,
If
you listen closely, I’m quite apt to say
"Well,
folks, I’ve left you, but don’t you forget.
I’ve
just passed on, but I ain’t
dead yet!"
Compliments
of P.Y. Luther
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