I don’t look bad for 65,
If I do say so myself.
My hand’s still quicker than the eye
And my feet still move with stealth.
My skin is brown and even,
With the help of make-up base
And the wrinkles set about my eyes
Say I’ve a laughing face.
And see these muscles full and firm,
with little excess fat;
I only sag a little bit
And my stomach’s kinda flat.
My vision is 20-20
Like it’s always been,
If I’m seeing things way far off,
Or have my contacts in.
My hair is pretty golden brown,
With the help of Miss Clairol;
Sure I’ve lost a little bit,
But still I am not bald.
I don’t look bad for 65;
Years have been kind to me…
I don’t look bad for 65,
As anyone can see
I wake up and thank the lord
For all he’s given me
But especially since I have
The humor of a child four
