a poem about being elderly

being elderly does not feel so good

i dont feel the way i thought i would

served my country,worked all my life

some years ago i lost my wife

i do not need or ask for a lot

but not all happy with what ive got

someoe to talk to for an hour a day

we still love you to hear anyone say

to my sons and daughters im just a pest

please dear lord lay me down to rest

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