Life-When I’m an old lady

Life-When I’m an old lady

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my kids, and make their life
happy and filled with such fun. I want to pay back all the joy they’ve
provided, returning each deed. Oh, they’ll be so excited. When I’m an
old lady and live with my kids.

I’ll write on the wall with red, white, and blue; and bounce on the
furniture wearing my shoes. I’ll drink from the carton and then leave
it out. I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, they’ll shout. When I’m an
old lady and live with my kids.

When they’re on the phone and just out of reach, I’ll get into things
like sugar and bleach. Oh, they’ll snap their fingers and then shake
their head, and when that is done I’ll hide under the bed. When I’m an
old lady and live with my kids.

When they cook dinner and call me to meals, I’ll not eat my green
beans or salads congealed. I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the
table, and when they get angry, run fast as I’m able. When I’m an old
lady and live with my kids.

I’ll sit close to the TV, through the channels I’ll click. I’ll cross
both my eyes to see if they stick. I’ll take off my socks and throw
one away, and play in the mud until the end of the day. When I’m an
old lady and live with my kids.

And later in bed, I’ll lay back and sigh, and thank God in prayer and
then close my eyes; and my kids will look down with a smile slowly
creeping, and say with a groan, “she’s so sweet when she’s sleeping.”
when I’m an old lady and live with my kids.

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