You go to the doctor he prescribe for you another once daily pill
To add to the numbers of pills you already take
From your sort the doctor lots of money does make
On your next birthday turning eighty three
Far from the man that you once used to be
A great grandfather and to your long term wife
You are no longer the love's glow in her life
Nice things to each other you or she now never say
She and you does argue a lot every day
Nowadays no nice words between you such as i love you
No physical contact with her for a year going on two
The doctor has advised you to give cigarettes and alcohol away
Just to stay alive a teetotaller you must stay
You no longer go to the local pub
Or to social gatherings at the football club
Not the man you were many years ago
Time that rusts iron has become your foe
On doctor prescribed pills nowadays you survive
Still all the same it's good to be alive.
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