Two old friends sit on a fence
With their cap in hand
Grateful for the odd few pence
Past dignity be ******
The future is their wistful past
Each month a day gone by
And when their time is up at last
They'll heave a grateful sigh
The tune is not yet over
Though weary do they stand
They'll rest in fields of clover
And lie in grains of sand
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
Two old friends sit on a fence
With their cap in hand
Grateful for the odd few pence
Past dignity be ******
The future is their wistful past
Each month a day gone by
And when their time is up at last
They'll heave a grateful sigh
The tune is not yet over
Though weary do they stand
They'll rest in fields of clover
And lie in grains of sand