Retirement My rookie days are over, My pilot light is out What used to be my sex appeal Is now my water spout. Time was, when of its own accord From my trousers it would spring But now I have a full-time job To find the blasted thing. It used to be embarrassing The way it would behave, For every single morning, It would stand and watch me shave. But as old age approaches It sure gives me the blues To see it hang its withered head And watch me tie my shoes. RG
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