It hurts to walk so I swim instead
I sleep on the couch don't mess up the bed

Big pot of soup I eat for a week
When I move my joints often squeak

My metabolic rate is so slow now
It's measured by a calendar somehow

Gunsmoke and MASH my favorite shows
I can no longer feel my toes

I'd go get the mail
But I get out of breath angina
Is also a serious threat

If I sit down I'll fall asleep
Slumped in my chair in one big heap

I no longer like to navigate the store
I have my groceries delivered to my door

My doctor says I'm doing great
I'll see a hundred at this rate

My pressure's good my pulse is too
I just need to improve my IQ

This will have to be a wrap
I'm fading fast it's time for a nap