Old Screen Door:

I'm quite a few years old
Alittle bent out of shape,
So when I move around
Sometimes I will shake.

I have faded over the years
Now I hardly shade the sun,
Don't you slam my door
And don't you try and run.

I'm getting older as we speak
That I sometimes even squeak,
Yes I could do all of that
But at least I'm no antique.

I use to stand up tall
I had more to stand for,
Since alot has went on
Behind my closed doors.

I've raised a family or two
And had three grandkids,
I'm the man of the house
I still say who comes in.

So all of you pesky pest
That are flying around here,
I will slap you in your face
And show you alittle fear.

By now I'm getting older
I can barely hold my place,
And remember all the names
That goes with the right face.

For my brittle door handles
They barely do their job,
And keep me still all night
So no sleep I shall rob.

For I'm but a screen door
I keep the pest all out,
I still let some light in
And a not so loud shout.

Well times are getting tough
I'm freezing off my toes,
Please close the big door
I have to blow my nose.

For I'm very frail and weak
And I am so really thin,
So how can I even do it
Keep the cold from going in.

So give me a helping hand
Let's get these temps down,
Then maybe on alittle later
Well work on light and sound.

For I'm scared as can be
So want you join with me,
By doubling up together
To fight off this cold thing.