Where have all of my babies gone?
The babies I've cuddled in my arms?
The babies I've rocked some nights till dawn;
Where have all my babies gone?
They are my love, they are my pride;
I'd hold them close, if they cried.
Never to fear because I was always near;
Never alone because I was always home.
I remember all the fun we had;
It made my heart feel so glad.
Baking cookies and all those cakes;
The walks in the park, the trips to the lakes.
It's over now, my babies are all grown;
Out of my house with families of their own.
I stare at the phone, hopeing they'll call to say hi;
It's late in the evening, a tear falls from my eye.
I sit here wondering, what was it I said;
I thought they loved me, but then they fled.
I feel so alone, with nothing to do,
My heart is heavy and I'm feeling so blue.
Who said old age is the golden years
When you can’t hear a thing out of either of your ears.
Your eyes don’t see and your teeth fall out.
You begin to wonder what life’s all about
Once in a while your knees loudly crack,
Your feet don’t track and you get a kink in your back.
To my way of thinking--and I’m only one
The golden years are the ones while your young.
You can go out to parties and stay up till one
Kick up your heals and enjoy all the fun.
But when you are eighty there’s certainly no doubt
You hop into bed when the lights are put out.
And ambition really glows
But you haven't seen excitment
Till the "terlet" overflows.
You hit the panic button
And you look for an old sheet
to soke up all the water
That is swirling round your feet
You hurry to the telephone
And call your favorite plumber
And hope when you return at night
That things will be much better
You walk in very carefully
And take a look around
You gently flush and wait to see
If the water all goes down
To my delight it works all right
But as everbody knows
It really is a problem when the "terlet" overflows.
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