Digital Tradition Mirror



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.


Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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