My pockets are empty
I’ve not got a pence
The workers aren’t happy
they picket the fence,
The cows became lazy
they won’t even chew
My thoughts are all hazy
I’m older than you,
When memory leaves me
I’ll not say good-bye
my thoughts and my pen
will all have run dry –
A box full of pictures
will help you recall
the times we both had
when we had it all.
Scott & Zelda
1 comment:
Nicely stated!
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