The Old Man
The old man sat up in his bed alone
Tired and hurt by his pain
Not wanting to face the breaking day
Not wanting to do it again
He tried to push the memories away
And think of happy things
But he was tired of this Old World
And the ache that it brings
As he looked around his rumpled room
His life looked back at him
The elusive will to live was gone
And every thought was dim
For you see, he lived a dreamer’s life
A life that always seemed
That everything he ever tried or did
Was caught up in his dreams
He was going to do all things right
His Life would be a breeze
But when the final act was played
It brought him to his knees
The one he loved the most in life
The one he gave his heart
She Slowly pulled away from him
And left him in the dark
Alone and broken, ashamed and sad
He knew she wanted more
He could see it in her eyes and thoughts
As she walked out the door
Maybe tomorrow he reasoned aloud
They will find me dead
All I have to do to make it true
Is put a bullet in my head
But I’m not going to do it that way
That crazy lousy *****
If I hadn’t married and thought it out
Today I would be rich
Hell, I’d be in partying in Vegas
rollin and shooting the dice
with A girl on each of my arms
I wouldn’t even think twice
I will look and find me happiness
I can find me another
Young, bouncy, kinda dumb
A lover undercover
Why the heck did I stay so long
She ought to be thankin me
Try getting that boob job now
And you called me crazy
Copyright © Patrick Lorenz | Year Posted 2013
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