A road map of wrinkles, not what I used to be
Add a droopy mouth with a jowly face
I could be a character in Arsenic & Old Lace
Where did she go that girl of my youth
She grew old said the mirror and that’s the truth
But I don’t want to be old, my life to be over
I want years still to bloom like a field full of clover
Alas for me the past has flown
My children and grandchildren are all full grown
So I look back at life and try to take heart
Because I know I can never go back to the start