To Live A Hundred?

To live a hundred, I cannot Imagine how it will be With silvery hair and all that Oh, on a wheelchair I could be. There will be bladder trouble, And my memory may falter- Perhaps I will be able To wear polka dotted diaper? My teeth will sink in the corn cub, And my ears will dwell in silence; Lip reading! There's the rub, And this silly incontinence. Names won't be remembered And faces will be vague, I may struggle with each word- Yes, old age is such a plague. I cannot go to a hundred, I may opt until I'm seventy For senility is what I dread When I go, I want to know I'm me!