Grumpy old man
A cafe owners lament
Saw an old man shuffling along the street
Collar up, head down against the weather
Aimlessly passing down the high street
Desperate to get out of the rain,
To warm ones hand round a cup of cocoa delivered with a smile,
To hear another voice welcoming not moving us along…
Disheveled by the weather
Weary of life,
Another funeral
Another friend passed on
You don’t own the high street,
Park shelter so why not let me have two minuets
In fact join me
Surly you could spare the time?
I’m not panhandling
As time is fading away
Just a little company
Someone to say high!
someone to laugh and joke with
Someone to know my name
Getting old is no fun
Give us a thought,
Whilst surfing the tidal bore riding high,
Us oldies are wallowing in the background water going nowhere fast
He didn’t pass by today
Missed him mumbling into his beard…
Never got round to welcoming him in for a coffee
didn’t know what others would say
Sat at the back of the chapel
Only me and the vicar there
Found out his name was Fred
And he was a war hero
laid to rest
All his friends and family had gone before
He was the last man standing
Fought in his final battle
Wish I’d done more?
A cafe owners lament
Saw an old man shuffling along the street
Collar up, head down against the weather
Aimlessly passing down the high street
Desperate to get out of the rain,
To warm ones hand round a cup of cocoa delivered with a smile,
To hear another voice welcoming not moving us along…
Disheveled by the weather
Weary of life,
Another funeral
Another friend passed on
You don’t own the high street,
Park shelter so why not let me have two minuets
In fact join me
Surly you could spare the time?
I’m not panhandling
As time is fading away
Just a little company
Someone to say high!
someone to laugh and joke with
Someone to know my name
Getting old is no fun
Give us a thought,
Whilst surfing the tidal bore riding high,
Us oldies are wallowing in the background water going nowhere fast
He didn’t pass by today
Missed him mumbling into his beard…
Never got round to welcoming him in for a coffee
didn’t know what others would say
Sat at the back of the chapel
Only me and the vicar there
Found out his name was Fred
And he was a war hero
laid to rest
All his friends and family had gone before
He was the last man standing
Fought in his final battle
Wish I’d done more?