Number 40
October 1st, 2009

At the Home

I'm not anxious to grow old
Lose my teeth, my hair, my feet always cold
Roll me down
Plant me by the window
Roll me down
It's going to be the life I know

At the home we'll play bingo
Listen to our rock and roll
We'll keep in touch
Keep our profiles up
Send you a text on your smartphone
We'll never be alone
At the home

I'll laugh at you with your iPod on
Or maybe I'll envy you
'Cause my hearing might be gone
Make them trim the hair in my ears
Tell me who you are when my memory disappears

I believe there still will be reason to smile
When they roll us to supper single file
See the sunset through the window glass
All things change, all things pass