We're golden oldies, you see,
This is a concern for thee and me,
When your friends look so desperately,
Found the car but lost the keys!
Welcome to senility!

Who'd be a caregiver for thee,
Why are you moaning to me,
Welcome to your geriatricity,
Well, sooky la la, hear you moan,
No wonder you whinge alone......

There's a pattern in our days,
Drifting through the stage,
Some women get mixed up
With all the wrong people, tough,
It's called ***** dancing,
So-called romancing,
Their credibility zero,
Don't know no urban hero.....l

It was a personal quest,
Found some faith, no less,
Like Uriel and Baptist John,
As on the divine I pondered on,
Yes, modest conversion spiritual,
I got 'de-light', so mystical,
As I write a verse, lyrical..........

To live in peace, my dears,
Calm and smiling, no tears,
You bait my response, I fear,
All I say is, "Yes, dear!"
I think what  I choose, my dears,
The sounds of silence, cheers........

F.....ing molls, f....ing molls,
We cook your food and wash your clothes,
F.....ing molls, f.....ing molls,
No wonder you **** your own blip,
You are so full of it.....

Here's a little joke in a verse,
When two walls do converse,
"I'll meet you at the corner," says one,
"Absolutely." See, this joke was fun!

I'm a lit. addict, I guess,
I read and write, no less,
In my room where  I don't confess,
Read, and keep on scribbling, eh,
Hope you'll read my verse one day.....

You've tried to find the answer, yet you cannot see
You've tried to figure out the reasons
Why it's so hard for you to breathe everytime his around
But still, unexplainable

Because from the moment he left
Is the moment you froze
The moment he said his final goodbye
Is the moment you feel those tears fell.

You cried, you scream, you even passed out
You wanted it to go out
You even wanted it to throw up
But these pain kept on slapping you the truth
That the man that you have loved before
Will never be yours anymore