By Don Dreger – Vegreville, Alta.
Don’t laugh at me my daughters
I know that I am growing old.
I can’t remember what I said
Or what I have been told.
Don’t laugh at me my daughters
It’s not much fun, I say.
Just when I get a thought
It seems to slip away.
Don’t laugh at me my daughters
For when I am gone and dead
I know that you’ll wish
That you could laugh with me instead.
