Find issue with the holy dawn
Knowing that you're more than worn
Passing out a thread bare phrase
Uncomfortable with the passing days
Nod and shuffle
Sneer and groan
Not too old to piss and moan
Dead metaphors hang from lemon trees
Rot the same as good memories
Ferment your thoughts make them sweet
Practise always that old deceit
A friendly smile
A friendly word
Is often to the truth preferred
And what is worse
Is all the time
Spent worrying about the hearse
