Something gonna get you
That’s what I always fear
You never really know when your day is here
I worry when I pee
I worry when I poo
I worry when I bang my self
When is my health check due
Age related illness is a curse as I grow old
I fear my bones are brittle
And I ll get pneumonia from the cold
As I climb the stairs, I’m out of breath
My knees creak, I feel a wreck
And if my heart goes pop , I’ll hit the deck
What a waste my worries are
Because as I crossed the road
I got hit by a car.
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