You really don’t’ want that decline
That evidence of monetary decline
That you wish you had a rewind
The “Sir this is insufficient funds” decline.
The “I cant’ remember where I put my keys”
They catch you looking on the pavement on hands and knees
Begging the ground that please I need to get out this freeze
Then you discover your keys were in your pants pockets hem.
You remember it is there when you had to talk with them
You wonder what you must do, or if it is just you
And your significant other is saying Don’t make a fuzz boo.
Then you look in the mirror and you see some gray hair
It did not snow and you were'nt outside, so it must be always there
You jump up, because you are made that someone never told.
Looking in the mirror and scold yourself because you think you getting old.
But now you can say you are distinguished, because the gray has kissed your hair.
Put on enough dye in your head to choke the environment because you don’t care
What is most important is the need to keep up and not be appalled.
You reach onto your hair and your hand goes too far back, are you going bald?!