Your wrinkled old eyes Don't make me forget our youth Time stops the suprise That my words will be uncouth.
Though your body sags And so does your mind I love you, old bag Because you're still kind
You still make a fuss When I don't do chores And I sleep on the bus And fill it with snores.
Our kids call you old They call me lazy But I see your soul Though I may be just crazy
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