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Battle Hymn of Aging

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To the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic:

We've reached the age of sixty-five Our golden years are here. 
They tell us that this age begins a happy new career. 
For now our Uncle Sam becomes Our permanent cashier, 
And we go marching on.

GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH! 
GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH, 
AS WE GO BRAVELY ON!

So first of all let's thank the Lord That we are still alive. 
The dreams we dream may still come true When we are ninety five. 
Please, dear Lord, give us the strength, our troubles to survive, 
As we go bravely on.

GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH! 
GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH, 
AS WE GO BRAVELY ON!

Our social Security from Baltimore is sent.
We buy a little bit of food and maybe pay the rent. 
And after that we are stone broke, And left without a cent,
but we go bravely on.

GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH!
GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH,
AS WE GO BRAVELY ON!

We don't know how we make it, as we live from day to day. 
With income fixed and prices up, there's always more to pay. 
So minding our arthritis, Let's get on our knees and pray 
That we'll go bravely on.

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