When I get older losing my hair,
Many losses from now,
Will you still be sending Joe PA a valentine,
Bowl bids and high school stars divine.
If Hef’s been out for dinner at quarter to three (pm),
Would you lock the mansion’s door?
Will you marry a guy who’s 60 years your senior,
When he’s 84?
We’re all older too
And most don’t marry or coach,
If we could only stay with both of you.
You can still be handy selling a recruit
To get them in a Nittany Lion’s suit.
Getting married, sure is against the tide,
As Hef tries not to get taken for a ride.
While we’re doing the garden digging the weeds,
Unemployment leaves us asking for more.
How can we feel old, when we look at you,
When you’re 84
Every bummer in our job search.
Jobs that don’t seem right, and drain us dear.
We shall scrimp and save.
Grandchildren at the alter & on the field.
Joe and Hef.
We can all learn from you, to bolster our line
And change our aging point of view
Learning that at 84 we can continue to play
No longer just wasting away.
Joe and Hugh have given us the answer
Ours forever more.
We are still in need, we don’t need to bleed,
When we’re all 84.
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