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So, here you are at the top of the hill Headed down into the abyss of old age. As you begin to fall apart, don’t lose your will. Just try to look ahead as you turn the next page. Your nose and ears will continue to grow, But your sense of smell and hearing will be poor. You’ll soon forget things you didn’t even know, But, don’t you worry, there’s a lot more in store. You’ll start to wrinkle and your hair will turn gray. Your eyesight will get worse and your teeth will rot. Parts of your body will sag more every day. You’ll go to bed feeling cold and wake up hot. You’ll call people by everyone’s name but their own, And lock your keys in the car, but it’s not so bad. Wait ‘til you’re sixty and your mind is all but gone. Not that they’ll remember, but ask your Mom and Dad.