* W.I.P. OLD and ALONE...

         

       OLD And ALONE...   W.R. Schaefer Jr.

Never did I believe I'd be old and alone
The truth be told, I'm just a dog with no bone
You can't hold back time so never believe
It runs away from you while you try to retrieve

So, here I sit all by my lonesome, dying self
Go on, don't need your pity... I'm alone, ain't crying...

I realize that I drove all my friends away, let me pray
But, you don't understand, they wanted, to leave anyway
Got these here cans and bottles, metals to recycle today
When the darkness falls, I'll have a bottle to drink, okay

That's not a tear, something got into my eye!
...and I swear I'll never, see myself cry!

I stay away from that tent city... Far from it!
When you cluster up, they will divide you...
Just when you start to get a little comfortable
The city will remind you, that you don't fit...

So, I never count on anyone or anything
No, I ain't no bum and I'm sure no king!

In my lifetime there's never been a right time
I never look behind me, so I only see the road ahead
Between doing time and doing (the) crime...
Between my body and my head, in there somewhere... I'll be dead!

                 ⇨🙀 ÇątʼƝipʼɲ⇦by W.R.Schæƒer՟*՜©