My years on earth
are slipping away.
My hair from red
has turned to gray.
The old folks home
is waiting for me.
I’ll go in hearing-impaired
and probably with Alzheimer’s Disease.
From Washington
I never hear good news.
It’s always about Obamacare,
Nothing that would help me and you.
Promises and more promises
that’s all they seem to do,
and farther and farther away
they all stray from truth.