Old My Turn Not My Turn Yet
Is this what growing old can be,
All sorts of pains, no energy.
Something different every day,
Pills to take the pains away.
Is this what growing old can be,
Or is there something wrong with me?

 Is it my turn now?
Asks my tired old heart
Will I be the next one to depart?
I certainly fee that it won't be long.
But 73 years have come and gone
And I don't really mind
If my time has come
To leave this old world
Which tires me so
Don't really mind if it's time to go.

Good-byes will be hard
But I've done my stint.
They'll all settle down
And I hope take the hint,
And not be too sad,
That my rest must be had.

 Not my turn yet
Says my tired old mind,
Any thought of rest
I can leave far behind.
Toil on I must
Feeling queasy and fat
Pain in my knee
And no bra for my bust.
But 1 don't have to leave my family dear,
For that I give thanks,
As I'm now in the clear.