Old Folk

The days are long
For us old folk
We sit, smile, fart and joke
About death
And how much better it'll be
Than sitting, smiling, farting and drinking tea

To think we'd once feared
The great unknown
Now we're one foot in the grave, the secrets nearly blown
We wait our turn
In comfy armchairs
And pass days by with unconsequential stares

We've been there, done that, our t-shirts are vintage
These young'uns think they started it all
We were doing it before they could crawl
One thing that i've learned from age
Is that nothing you will ever do
Is new for anyone but you

Robyn
10/08/2009