Muddiness of losing my teeth

As days keep rolling every morning; my teeth keep on shaking,
I run to the dentist moaning; for another ordeal of my tooth taking,
He says I have to stop drooling, at mama’s sweet cake baking,
I only nod in pain drawling, yes doctor it’s my own making,
A toothless smile is my greatest fear that makes me seethe;
I got to hide the remaining ones in a sheath.

Often I show my teeth off when I smile; my little weapon of winning,
Now I sit here alone and whine for awhile; as I learn a new way of weaning,
I hide and wiggle in pain like a reptile; imagine myself a life without grinning,
I’ll not be raising another glass of wine for awhile; the Dentist said I’d be sinning,
A toothless smile is my greatest fear that makes me seethe;
I got to hide the remaining ones in a sheath.

I can’t really imagine my life without my teeth; though I don’t remember how it felt to teethe,
If only I find a beneficiary to bequeath; my remnant teeth which smiles and dimples wreathe,
Then I can die toothless and still breath; like the story from my grandma’s funny myth,
She said I will never tell the story beneath, If I can’t grin ear to ear with the one am with,
A toothless smile is my greatest fear that makes me seethe;
I got to hide the remaining ones in a sheath.