The Old Optimist Lament

The old house is crumbling now I soon must walk out of it and go Love feels it vulnerability in every joint Creakings that pain the heart so The shingles are missing, bald as the sky The sun tortures the roof to swell The cold shrinks our longevity's view But the old house is in for a terrible spell. The old optimist lament along the way And I figured it deeply day upon day My knees can't climb the stairs no more I am out of breath fore second floor Broken windows let in the draugth From the cupboards I retrieve no more I can remember what in one room we did But there's no eave for what I want to do The old house just sit and yield to time I soon must walk out of it and go The old optimist lament along the way And I figured it deeply day upon day But then nothing is ever as it used to be Change make us hope but did just worse The mind's best relics are themes of history The world is tumbling neath the curse I have a different path to take from here Nor house, nor world I follow down The old house gone, I am moving up To the mansion over the other side of town. The old optimist lament along the way And I figured it deeply day upon day