Old Henry Vega

So many Cantankerous, old argumentative men Live all their days in misery, Rehashing and recouping from an old war injury. As Buster the dog slept soundly. An rusty fishing rod, stood in the corner, Buster the dog flaps his ear and wiggles his tail His friend sat in the same spot all day He just wants to go outside to play Arthritis in his knees Aches and pain And varicose veins Acupuncture, homeopathy, and osteopathy, His day are numbered to twenty antacids pills, Who is the consultant of his will? What would grandma think of old Henry Vega? As he become the Messiah of misery