OVER THE HILL

Over the hill
and through the mill,
is the way I felt when I
crawled out of bed.
My eyes couldn't see,
My feet couldn't move,
I was thankful I wasn't dead!

Found my eyes,
Put them on my face,
I was just begining to see.
When I passed by the mirror,
And Oh my!!..What I saw was me!!

Made a quick turn
Toward the kitchen I did run.
A cup of coffee was in need..
So now I am fifty,
And just happy being me!