I pray to thee, please help me,
I'm on the cliff of middle age.
Right I couldn't chew, now left too,
Teeth held with loose bandage.
The clouds are right, my jaws held tight,
And I don't have a smile.
Crooked teeth and a permanent frown,
I've walked almost a mile.
I fear that if, I fall from cliff,
I'm afraid of heights and dentists.
What can you do, I don't know,
Waiting on your appointment list.
