Don't Laugh

by Jim Wile

Don’t laugh about us old folks, kid. It ain’t so wise to do.
Before ya know it, you’ll get old an’ do the same things too--
Like grunt when we bend over, an’ fart when we get up.
Just make us laugh a mite too hard, we’ll piddle like a pup.

We take a load a medicine fer all our aches ‘n pains.
You know our joints is killin’ us ‘bout ever’ time it rains.
Our eyesight’s gittin’ cloudy, and we cain’t hear worth a lick.
Our memories is shot ta hell, that’s why we seem so thick.

Vicissitudes a aging means we’ll soon ride in a hearse
I’ll tell ya what that big word means—it’s “changes fer the worse.”
I learnt that word in church one time and thought that it applied.
It sounds good anyway fer all the things I cain’t abide.

So, at yer peril laugh at us, and think it ain’t gone happen.
It will, cuz you just cain’t escape from followin’ the pattern.
It’s part a nature’s plan ta kill us off an’ start anew.
There ain’t no damn exceptions, it’ll happen yet ta you!

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As a young man, I can remember teasing my folks (and laughing at them behind their backs) about how many pills they took, their grunts and groans, and all their complaints about aches and pains. Now that I'm an old geezer, my kids and grandkids are doing it to me. What goes around comes around.

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