There is quite an art to falling apart as these years go by.
And life does not begin at 40......that is a big fat lie!
My hair is getting thinner....my body is not.
The few teeth I have are beginning to rot!
I smell of Vick's Vapo Rub....not Chanel #5.
My new pacemaker is all that is keeping me alive!
When asked of my past...every detail I will know.
But what was I doing just 10 minutes ago?
Well, you get the ida...what more can I say?
I am off to read the obits like I do every day.
If my name is not there I will once again start
Perfecting the art of falling apart!
But till that last curtain decides to fall
I am gonna' have myself a ball!
