My Rolling Stones

Guess you know the Rolling Stones?
Timeless Rockers – aging bones.
Wonder how they do it all,
perhaps it’s due to Geritol?

But the Stones that keep me Rockin’,
fall from Kidneys then start Knockin’.
Passing out like Cantaloupe,
being pulled by wire rope.

Just no way to “Gimme Shelter,”
when the pain begins to swelter.
Screaming out my “Little Red Rooster,”
searching for a Power Booster,
to flush it out and then to chime,
sure hope to hell this is “The Last Time.”

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