It's time to ‘fess up,
We ain't gettin' younger,
‘Stead of gourmet,
It's hot broth that we hunger.

Our bones are a-creakin'
(Though we claim it's the chair)
And somehow the sheen's
Disappeared from our hair.

We droop and we sag,
Where we used to be tight;
A soak in the tub's ...
A wild Saturday night.

Kinda smarts when you realize
As we get to this stage,
When they say .... "What a figure!"
They're talkin' ‘bout our age!

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