I'm an old man

I'm an old man, my mind's a blank,
My brain's dangerously unfit,
I no longer hold decent rank,
I provide no one benefit.

As weeds will choke the weaker rose,
I'm an old man, my mind's a blank,
My heartbeat drops and rhythm slows,
I can't remember who to thank.

My dad chose the way of the spank,
I bare ochre scars of his wrath,
I'm an old man, my mind's a blank,
On a twist in my earthly path.

At sixty-six you'd think I'd know,
But let me be perfectly frank,
I fear it's time for me to go,
I'm an old man, my mind's a blank.


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