When I Am Old

		When I am old and past my prime
		my derring-do is done
		when my slim has turned to slime	
		my last legs refuse to run

		when my sidewalk's full of cracks
		my skin devolved to crepe
		my train has skidded off the tracks
		my ship has lost its shape

		when all my world is in decline
		my grapes are rotting on the vine	 
		my giddy-up has got a hitch
		my libido's lost its itch
		I hope my phone is off the line
		when Saint Peter makes his pitch 

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