MERCY ME
Goodness gracious mercy me,
I’ve just realised I’m seventy-three.
It seems like only yesterday
My hair was brown and now it’s grey.
My teeth were strong and sparkling bright,
Now like the stars they come out at night.
With wrinkled face and creaking bones
I’ve put on weight of nearly two stones.
My eyesight’s failing I must be going blind,
My memories gone and I’ve lost my mind.
Goodness gracious mercy me,
It’s not much fun being seventy-three.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
Goodness gracious mercy me,
I’ve just realised I’m seventy-
My hair was brown and now it’s grey.
My teeth were strong and sparkling bright,
Now like the stars they come out at night.
With wrinkled face and creaking bones
I’ve put on weight of nearly two stones.
My eyesight’s failing I must be going blind,
My memories gone and I’ve lost my mind.
Goodness gracious mercy me,
It’s not much fun being seventy-
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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