Growing Old Is Not for Sissies
Growing old is not for sissies
You want to laugh or cry and shout
Every day brings you some new challenge
As one thing fades or one wears out
Don't want to be the last one standing
Don't want to die before my time
Don't want to leave the ones I love
Don't want to face the judgment line
If I'da known I'd live this long
I'da taken so much better care
Of myself when I was younger
And worried less about my hair
Don't want to be the last one standing
Don't want to die before my time
Don't want to leave the ones I love
Don't want to face the judgment line
Thinking back on all things I've done
Places gone and songs I've sung
Known my share of pains and pleasures
Lived too long for dying young
Growing old is not for sissies
But we haven't lost that hunger
We may have lost an edge or two
That we had when we were younger
We won't go gentle into that good night
It's really not our fashion
We may have lost a thing or two
But we haven't lost our passion
If I could sum all I've learned
There's one thing that I'd leave with you
Don't put off 'til tomorrow
All the things that you want to do
Don't want to be the last one standing
Don't want to die before my time
Don't want to leave the ones I love
Don't want to face the judgment line
Growing old is not for sissies
Writer/s: Norm Crouse
