He's Not Getting Older, He's Getting Bitter

Life is full of its ups and downs
and this man has seen his share
Now he finds that he's losing his mind
just as fast as he's losing his hair
All he does in the old folks' home is sit and shit his pants
And all he has left is memories
But now those too are fading fast
He's not getting older, he's getting bitter
Everyday he sits and waits for death to set him free
He looks and laughs at old photographs
Ones that he can no longer see
He wonders why dying takes so long
He wonders just what it's waiting for
He'd like to throw himself out the window
But his body doesn't move like it did before