Tomorrow I turn the big 62
And I’m planning to play a game
To pray to the Lord
Whoever he or she is
To eradicate all my pains

My niece calls these “the ailments”
Sound like things that come from the sea
And for me they signal curses
Like bites from a shark might be

A pain here
A pain there
They strike at me
Various sites from day to day
And I try my best to put up with them
And simply count them away

It would be good, though, to change my life
To see what a change might do
And more and more as I think about this
I hear, “Line up in that retirement queue!”