I’m just a fat old man, hat in hand
And time runs away in fear
My days spent on nothing in particular
My nights spent in much the same
I go to work day by day
But the work means nothing
Just digging holes one by one
So I can fill them in again
Where did my youth go?
It seems like I never had it
Never seemed to be free
Never seemed to be on fire
All was responsibility
And think of the future
And in the blink of an eye
It’s gone
What lies ahead is full of pain
What’s coming but a dreary rain
Lost thoughts in the back of my brain
And an end
But it’s good to know it’s not just me
The beautiful fall apart too
The king will die
The queen will fade
All will go to where we go
That’s just how we all are made
So this fat old man falls again
Lost in thoughts so fragile
Of old times clutched
In twisted talons ancient
As he flutters back to youth
Strong…with eyes of life
And hope and all that’s good
Now with eyes so lost
If I got the joke…I’d cry
If I understood just why
We all have to fade and die
Like oak leaves in the autumn