Topic: Old man's thoughts
There was an old man who walks in a pub
He orders a glass and some beer in a jug
He sits in a corner that's dark and alone
And thinks of a time and a place he called home
The dogs and the budgies and cats there that slept
On the rug by the fire so sad that he wept
He topped up his glass from the jug as he sat
In the pub in an alley where his thoughts could enact
Again in his mind all the joy of his youth
And the passing of persons and time oh forsoothe
May my time left on Earth be short and end in my bed
When I wake in the morning may I wake up cold dead
Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.
