I'm Feeling Old

I'm Feeling Old

© 2020 Jeff Jackson

Well the hairs in my ears

are a-sproutin’

While the hairs on my

head disappear

There’s a pain in my knee

that’s a-shoutin’

Ibuprofen helps it more

than the beer

There’s a keg where there

once was a six-pack

It hangs so I can’t see my feet

And the lines in my face

skew in thin cracks

Like jack-hammered

lengths of concrete

I’m feeling old

The color of my beard is a-grayin’

I’m looking more and more

like Santa Claus

Eating healthy’s like

a prisoner praying

Who’s been locked up

for breaking all the laws

Sound in my ear like neon buzzing

Gotta squint

to read the evening news

Seeing things I thought was

there but wasn’t

Pretend it’s real but still

that’s no excuse

There aren’t as many days ahead as the ones behind my back

I gotta swallow that pill on my own

I may be at a greater risk for

death by heart attack

But I’ll always love good bourbon

In my bones

I’ll always love fried chicken

In my bones

I’ll always love cheeseburgers

In my bones

I’ll always love glazed doughnuts

In my bones

This song first attempted

to be funny

But as I wrote,

It got a bit depressed

It ain’t gonna make a bit of money

But it might make

a bit of you stressed

It’s hard to love the person

in the mirror

When they’re not

the image in your mind

Rub your eyes to see a little clearer

Baptize yourself and

be a bit more kind

When you feel old

Lift your blindfold

You shine like gold

Stop feeling old