She was old and befuddled as any could see
But old or not she had still beaten me
Standing at the checkout just wanting to go
‘Will you take a cheque dear’ oldie wants to know?
Oh spare me dear lord I’ve picked the wrong queue
Has this sort of thing ever happened to you?
Fishing in her handbag ‘A card dear? Don’t know’
They must have sent me one a long time ago
Fiddling and fumbling ‘til I want to scream
Surely to god this is just a bad dream?
But no it’s real and she’s taking all day
I’m off to a party, want to be on my way
Three hours at the party goes by in a flash
Three minutes behind someone who usually pays cash
Drags like an eternity, my patience was spent
I realised this morning I shouldn’t resent
For patience is a virtue and time an illusion
T’was me not her suffered most confusion
For the faster we hurry the quicker we pave
Our path through this life, why dash to the grave?
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
She was old and befuddled as any could see
But old or not she had still beaten me
Standing at the checkout just wanting to go
‘Will you take a cheque dear’ oldie wants to know?
Oh spare me dear lord I’ve picked the wrong queue
Has this sort of thing ever happened to you?
Fishing in her handbag ‘A card dear? Don’t know’
They must have sent me one a long time ago
Fiddling and fumbling ‘til I want to scream
Surely to god this is just a bad dream?
But no it’s real and she’s taking all day
I’m off to a party, want to be on my way
Three hours at the party goes by in a flash
Three minutes behind someone who usually pays cash
Drags like an eternity, my patience was spent
I realised this morning I shouldn’t resent
For patience is a virtue and time an illusion
T’was me not her suffered most confusion
For the faster we hurry the quicker we pave
Our path through this life, why dash to the grave?
