I settle me down
Just to relax
But then damn and blast
There\'s a hole in my slacks.
My favorite sweater
Is getting old
It\'s hard to stay warm
Because of the holes.
The mats on the table
Were lovely and new
Stains appeared so it\'s off
To the garbage with you.
I\'m patching and fixing
All over the place
I want to be perfect
It\'s some kind of race
It\'s worse with the glasses on
Awful to witness
The dust tries to fly
And it\'s making me witless
Oh for the day
When my eyesight is going
Then it all can take place
With me never knowing.