old age blues
It is a dreary day and my feet don’t work
I sit alone feeling like a kind of jerk
when young I could have run circles around them
Now I sit on a bench with an old guy named Jim
the energy I used to have is a mystery, long gone
saying old age is great is a strange saying, a con
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