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Originally Posted by monster

Wrinkles and brown spots like a well-pored map
Signs of roads I've travelled, I can live with that
But my idols, my heroes all popping their clogs
Barely older than me in the case of old Yog
The only one left, Alan Alda from MASH
Twice the age of the others, still cutting a dash
I wonder if his joints crackle and ache just like mine
If he feels like arthritis is just marking time
Or if he's a zombie, long gone but still moving
I'd rather have Freddie, still Crooning and groovin'
Yes, I just wrote this poem on the spot
But who knows how much longer we've got
Live for the moment, skip the rough draft
Get out there and do it, have the last laugh


So start over on the minute, the hour the day
'Til the maudlin bullshit is blasted away
I will get on, do the best that I can
To pretend I still count, that there's a need for my plan
And I'll never wear people with a clashing red hat
No things go on my head, and I only wear black
Thank you for listening, no need for response
I guess I just needed a vent for my bonce

BTW, Monster, I thought that was just awesome. Well done.