A Fellow Came Round

A fellow came round 120 years old I inquired of his health He said, Good as gold I asked him to tell me of the life that he'd led He chuckled a bit 'You mean, 'fore I'm dead' Then he stopped me real quick Said he was a bit out of line And began forthwith to chronicle his time Told me he fought in WW1 was hit by the foe's guns Developed a fearful infection Long months of dejection Said his parents died from the Spanish Flu Sister and brother got pretty sick too He lost all his money in the Stock Market Crash Ate dinner forever from dumpster trash During WW2 he recalled lines and shortages How difficult it was to pay the mortgage On and on he went, through Korea and 'Nam Winding up for the finish, he started his slam Bemoaned the hippies, the yippies, sex-drugs-rock'n'roll Said the decline of the Church has exacted its toll Felt folks today can't bear the smallest sacrifice Concluded with words perhaps true, but not very nice: 'Now all these spoiled brats complain about temporary mask mandates I wonder if there's much of a future for the once-great United States'