Getting Old
No light at the end of the tunnel.
Just a steam train with its lights on.
The clock on the wall not moving
Yet the years are passing on.
No pension to pay for electric.
Just a blanket to snuggle at night.
Memories of parties and people
Long gone out of my life.
The family have filed me under care home
And visit me bit like going zoo.
Old age is not recommended
you're better alive than dead
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