Growing Old

Our dog, Breeze is very ill (as at 20th January 2008) and in hospital - she is nearly 13 years old. This song started as a song for her called 'Breezie Gold', but turned into a general song about growing old and how crap it is.
(Unfortunately she died a week or so after writing and recording this song and is very sadly missed.)

 Growing Old
Nobody Said It Would be This Hard
Maybe My Ears Closed
It Happened I Dozed
The Jokes on Me
The Jokes on You

Getting Old
I'm So Tired all The Time You Know
I Want to Shout Out
Not be Full of Doubt
The Jokes on Me
The Jokes on You

Growing Old
I'm Nearly Cold
Getting Old
My Story's Told
Getting Old
I'm Not so Bold

Getting Old
Looking Forward to Dementia
What is My Name Dear
You Know I'm Not so Clear
The Jokes on Me
The Jokes on You
The Jokes on Us

Growing Old
I'm Nearly Cold
Getting Old
My Story's Told
Breezie Gold

copyright Ⓒ 2008 Len Gold

Growing Old