Almost as Good As New
I’m not as young as I used to be
But I’ll get older still.
For now I’d like to say
I’m not yet over the hill.
Oh sure, my legs give out sometimes
But for that I’ve got a pill.
My glasses keep me looking good.
Heating pads ease the chill.
I’ve not much patience anymore,
At times my voice is shrill.
The druggist calls me dearie now
When I pay my prescription bill.
But dang it all, I repeat
I’m not yet OVER THE HILL.