An Old Man’s Young Tryst
I won’t run for the money, I won’t run for the gold
It’s not my time honey, my time has grown old
I can bring you morning tea, and I can push your chair
But don’t tell me to fetch the dog; my legs have gone so cold
Yesterday the postman delivered a letter; there it is, carefully rolled
It’s from our eldest son, to open it, I’m not so bold,
Am too weak at heart to read what’s inside, so open it up, will you please?
I fear, the news inside, could be that this house is now sold
The other day, my friend tells me, he’s moving to a new place
They call it foster care (good news) inside it, to live there is no race
You’ll just have to pack our bags now, for we are banished from our home
Come let me take you there, although trembling are they, my hands, but still you can hold
I’m weak but I’ll lead you there, not ‘coz you weak, but ‘coz that’s my way
For I remember, I promised you stars and the moon and the skies.
I couldn’t give you any, but I have done a million tries
But before I leave my 21 grams behind, I promise you one thing.
To bring down them to you, and break your illusion of lies
To bring down them to you, and break your illusion of lies
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