Bag Of Unwanted Bones

The hourglass is almost empty The candle was almost spent The compass only points one way The clock is about to strike twelve My stopwatch doesn't work anymore The mirror tells me lies I no longer know who the stranger is My bed isn't so comfortable anymore The picture on the wall has faded With little definition like it used to before Even my teeth are not real My Spectacles I repaired with a bandaid The family and friends don't phone anymore Or knock on my door I feel like a bag of useless bones So long ago now it seems like only yesterday But a century ago My bones were useful back then I took my time and youth for granted Too busy chasing girls and drinking in bars Worked my back off like a mule Muscles tempered strong and raw Braun After years of labour in the steelworks The old places I used to know and go Either boarded up or knocked down Echos of the past haunt my mind as I reflect on all the fun we had Back then when things were simpler than today My heart yearns as those memories burn inside I can no longer look forward to the future As I have none it belongs to the Young Living in a world of chaos war suffering and crime In a world I no longer understand I left my heart in the past of yesterday And just exist today alone a useless bag of old bones.