Old bent and broken like some worn out shoe
WHY
I served my country and paid all my dues
Now all I have left is this old threadbare suit
For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets
Maybe find an empty doorway and grab a few hours sleep
Food! At my age a littles enough
A few left over chips or a hard stale crust
I think of my comrades who gave up their lives
Now I wish I'd died with them beside them to lie
It's not my fault that I've grown tired and old
But who's going to mourn as my body grows cold
WHY
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
Old bent and broken like some worn out shoe
WHY
I served my country and paid all my dues
Now all I have left is this old threadbare suit
For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets
Maybe find an empty doorway and grab a few hours sleep
Food! At my age a littles enough
A few left over chips or a hard stale crust
I think of my comrades who gave up their lives
Now I wish I'd died with them beside them to lie
It's not my fault that I've grown tired and old
But who's going to mourn as my body grows cold
WHY
