SENIOR MOLD

We all Love Beautiful Babies
New Born
Boy or Girl
Sound the horn

We all grow up
Drink from Life’s Cup

One day we all get old
Time to leave the job
Stay home and watch TV
Then we die…sob

But we see the Doctor
As much as we can
To extend our life
Until the last word is spoken
By The Clergyman

It doesn’t matter if you are in great shape
Or if you are a man or woman
Built like a grape

Most Doctors and Nurses
Are tired of treating the Old
They don't want to get infected by
Senior Mold

I don't blame the Doctors and Nurses
Caring for Babies is fun
It's like a day in the sun

Seniors are sad
When we finally do remember
We are mad

But there are some Doctors
That still will help worn out people
They will do all they can to delay our trip
To the Building with The Death Bell and Steeple

But I am Lucky
I found Doctor Shreeniwas
He sees all patients the same
Saving lives is his game

I wish I could vote him to
The Doctor’s Hall of Fame

He is an Angel from GOD
A Great Doctor
Who one day
All will know his name