Getting Old

 

Text, narration & production © 2021 C. Kurtz.  

Music: Bach, Cello Suite No.4 in E♭ major, bourrée.


I saw your posting on craigslist,

reminding me I don’t exist;

‘Artistic, sensitive and male’

instead of me, whom you’ve found stale;

perhaps he’d like the sounds of Bach —

perhaps he’d like a moonlit walk;

and when you talk about your day,

he’ll listen to each word you say;

perhaps he is that kind of guy —

there isn’t such a huge supply.


I saw your posting on craigslist —

I knew how much I’ve been dismissed;

you’re looking for the decent sort —

someone who might know how to court;

someone to make some music with —

someone who’s got creative pith;

perhaps the kind of man that you’d

find liking the same type of food;

perhaps he’d like to pet your cat —

someone who hasn’t grown too fat.


When you’re old you’ll understand

that getting old just isn’t planned;

it’s not so fun, this getting old,

but that’s not something I controlled;

you’re done with me and I see why —

I ended up too old a guy;

it’s not my fault, I’m not to blame,

and someday soon you’ll be the same;

you left me to grow old alone —

just wait until you are a crone.


I saw your posting on craigslist —

you’re looking for someone honest;

perhaps someone you can count on —

someone who talks with you ’til dawn;

someone with whom you can confide —

someone who wants you satisfied;

the kind of man who’d share your life —

the kind who’d want you as his wife;

a man who rubs your back, but he

is someone you love more than me.