A Dirty Old Man
A dirty old man
Some call me wrongly because
I am still breathing
A dirty old man
I will be until the day
They lower me down
A dirty old man
Jealous of my successes
Have no humor left
A dirty old man
What could anyone think of
At sixty-nine?
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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