Life Gets Tedious—doesn'T It?
I've reached the age where I really don't care
by William B. Booth, Jr.
Have gained some weight and, of course, lost some hair.
Have had daily walks to attempt to keep fit
But, really, life gets tedious-doesn't it?
On thinking it over, myself and I agree
What I should do is try to be me.
But as I sit and think, try to get my fire lit
Life still gets tedious-doesn't it?
I have studied the problem, attempting to find a solution
And each year, I make at least one New Year's resolution.
But as time marches on and the goals I haven't met
The problems remain, what they are I forget.
So, no matter how hard I try I can't come up with the answer
I know I'm alone, a singer, and a dancer.
But in the end, maybe I should just throw a fit
Cause, after all, life does get tedious-doesn't it?
And when the pearly gates open and heavenly chimes ring loud and clear
I, who have had a great life, have nothing to fear.
My final wish is to have this on my headstone, it may not be a hit
Is my gift to posterity, life gets tedious-doesn't it?