The Golden Years

Golden Years, huh

Golden years, who coined the phrase,
Is it because you see a golden haze,
Going on through the hospital maze,
Of forms and papers that pay bills,
That you incur to cure your ills,
So to pay for pill refills ,

Golden years now that's a kick,
Just more time getting sick,
As time goes by tick by tick,
Golden years, I remain aghast,
You only talk of the past,
How this day may be your  last,

Giving advice to all who listen,
Not knowing in your pants you're pissin,
And talking while your teeth are missin,
Golden Years that's a joke,
All you are is just old folk,
That doctors prod and they poke,

Golden years what baloney,
That idea becomes so phoney,
Even when having lots of mony.
For men who wish extended life,
Be prepared for some more strife,
You will never out live your wife.