Rockin Roll, Rockin Chair and Teddy Bear

Bellowing in my ears
Sounds of yesterday

Satisfaction?”  I
think it was there

Somewhere in my memory

With “Crimson in Clover”

Over and over

My bell bottoms, like cher

Long hair and tamborines

Hang ten and four on the floor

Strobe lights flashing off and on

To sounds of the Doors

As my legs no longer walk

I’m led by a cane

They’re telling me to invest

Do you think it’s a test?

They say I can mellow out

They tell me time is here

All sizes and colors

A Birthday Rockin Chair

Well,  yes, I may have
reached the age

To tuck away the mold

But the songs that I am listening to

They’re still solid gold

A rockin’ chair will tip over

And land me in the clover

Over and over

 I’m still at my prime

I need to wipe the tear

And cover up the wrinkles

And hold someone near

I don’t need a man, who’ll

Die or walk away

When I turn 65, if I am to survive

I need a very special teddy bear

To wake up to every day